what will be here in these places in 1000 years? will we be remembered and revered, or shunned, or forgotten.
the lost names in memories not passed down through tales and reference. there is no microfiche for the forgotten. what will be our legacies? what forms of expression or art of music or stories or anything tangible?
the technological reality most of us live with each day seems more and more overwhelming or integrated with each passing day. how could we progress in any other manner other than algorithms and stored data?
we cannot even agree on a permanent digital storage medium. everything is open for disintegration, vulnerable against heat or water damage, and exists in a limbo of an unknown outcome.
at times it seems utterly hopeless, but i know that my time here will be long over before we figure it out. may as well enjoy it all while i’m present. everything will change except the curiosity, and i do not expect my own to diminish anytime soon.