Saturday, January 24, 2009

I feel myself dissolving into bits of color and flecks of light. I am sound clips. I am samples. Someday I will walk away from all of this and I will not say goodbye. And you will not notice me leaving, until maybe a few years later. You'll wonder for a moment where I got to, and then move on as people always do.

I am nothing but temporary here. I have made no lasting impression. My footprints will be swallowed by the earth and my name lay whispered, forgotten.

The life of a soundbite is an empty one.

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