Do you feel this space around you?
 Empty. It is only you.
 A tightly wound web of synapses.
 A composite of archived memories.
 You.
 Listen to them.
 Frayed snippets of time flashing from deep within
 this organic hard drive.
 Blurred.
 Familiar.
 Intangible.
 Cherish them for now, for you cannot take them with
 you.
 These moments thrive in impermanence.