There once was a person..
She was one of my first frinds online, I really really liked her, learned a lot from her. I was a big late-teen doofus, thinking I had shit figured out. She was focused and driven. I admired her in every way. How she could acomplish and learn whatever she put her my mind to. Get shit done.
One day she vanished, and soon abscence become disconfort; then worry, followed by an ache and obsession. As I searched for her it became evident I wasn’t the only one left behind. Tryed as I might all clues lead nowhere. From time to time I would venture and search all over again, but as time passsed clues started to fade away.
Her accounts, her site, her drawings… Everything slowly dissapeared. One day I lost all files I had, and now there was nothing. Nothing could be found online. Nothing to retrieve. I only had my memories, and that too slowly fades. I was overtaken. Pain. Odd to feel this way for someone I didn’t really know and was last heard of 11 years ago. She was more important then I realized in a formative period of my life.
Physical objects can contain feelings and memories as if placed in a box. You have them transfered back the moment you see or touch it. All I can do now is craft my own memento mori. To try and contain you from fading away.
You were really important Angie…