Silence, absolute silence
in these rooms; you are
present still, through
my mind, a ghostly
presence born of
memories and sensory
information misread
by my mind as sounds
made by you. But
who is to say that,
too, isn't a presence
real on its own way?
Part of you, part
of all of our lost ones,
have been 'uploaded'
to mine, to our brains,
stored there. Not
the digital immortality
of science fiction,
for us biological
storage units have
a short shelf life, but
for now, part of you
is there, living.
12.07.2024
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