Slipped My Mind

So many cyber spaces with my name on them. 

This one? Right here? The one you've stepped in?

Yeah.

Forgot I'd dug this tiger trap. 

I clicked on a link on my website, and, well, here. Yup. Here I am too. I'm the one remembering how to touch-type using all my fingers. 

Back when I taught myself this skill (maybe a decade ago...?) I did not have a robot questioning my word choice. (The robot seems especially annoyed with the word 'remembering' a few sentences ago, suggesting instead 'who remembered' but anyway...) 

I'm talking about right now. You and me. Us. We are in this moment together, right? 

Inscribed communication is this kind of miracle, right? It's how we mortals travel through time. This thought, a burst of electrical impulse in my brain that connects to my fingers, and lands here... waiting. Waiting... 

For you. Your eyeballs, your electrical impulses and flowing blood and chemical chains in your system of parts. 

And then we'll move on...

But we will remember

Long after Saturday's gone.

Do you know that song? I'll link to it. It's pretty, but oooooh soooooo 60's folk. 

Anyway. I'm practicing using the tools and my fingers.  

Ta'!! 


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