Friday, April 16, 2004

I'm here. Immortality is mine, after a fashion. Of course, this all depends on how long these words will remain visible. Isn't that true of anything, however? We are all immortal in a literary sense, as long as something we have said or written remains. Whether it's a postcard found in the bottom of a trunk 100 years after you are dead, or a collection of bits-and-bytes that work their way throughout virtual reality.