Traveling somewhere between 5 and 10 seconds a minute, life seemed to pick up speed. A ghost appearing with the plea, “Say happy work anniversary!” It may have been an over sight of the surviving family. Maybe it was intentional, to allow these moment to exist. Where time seems to stand still.
Like a Photoshop layer set at 50%, there exist internet ghosts of friends, loved ones, and peers who have past away. I had been rather pragmatic about removing there contacts from my address book. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so rash.
Here is a moment to you, to the ones who have moved on. And left us with ghosts of the internet.