In a dig, archeologists look for the trash-heap.The trash-heap is more likely
to be left alone and graciously preserved—forgotten.
• Bengal spice tea
• Caramel syrup
• Milk
• Cereal
• I wish the internet wasn’t watching me
all the time.
I’m actually okay with it sometimes.
It’s like how they tore down grandma’s house
and built a really nice Valero;
It’s super convenient
but so unsettling.
Sometimes I just miss the house
without the ads;
the feeling that time has changed us so much.
I never thought I would be part of the first
generation to leave behind
an avatar/ archive/ monument/ tombstone
when we die.
I’ve been more places than any of my predecessors;
I’ve seen more wonders
in full HD
in the comfort of my bed.
I remember this space in its infancy,
being held together by
dial up,
Ask Jeeves,
AOL,
Myspace—
we’re scrolling on a graveyard.
The Oregon Trail Millennials:
first generation
to blaze the pixel trail,
to learn (on a global scale)
the reality of our fate:
our footprints memorized
by The Algorithm
—It will learn every one of us.
Study us,
The Great A.I.
Look into the eyes of Time Itself;
standing on tiptoes,
I’m pressing my ink-dipped hands
into the ceiling of your code:
Remember me.
I was here.