The Memory of Sticks

over 2 years ago

In response to a free write prompt from @mariannewest and @freewritehouse

Memory stick
What makes memory stick?
What makes memories?
I remember mostly pictures.
I remember traces and documentations.
I remember… what…

Sticks, once runes, once marks
to mark what once was to make memory stick.

Now sticks of infinite 0s and 1s - also, at this point, made obsolete to the ever present cloud.

The cloud. Unsubstantiated and vaporous. So it seems.

Actually stored on millions of pounds of the most intelligent metals burning dinosaurs and the sun to create an externalized mega brain.

Dinosaur bones. From dinosaurs. Fed on meat. That was fed on plants. Sticks.
Sticks, the memories of plants.
The memories of mother earth’s generous essence offering. From which all things come.
Even these pixels.
Sticks burnt to make fire to make electricity to make computers to record ideas to help us make memories stick.

Because we get lost in the cloud.
Because we have outsourced our mother boards.
Because we are running out of memory.
We need more memories of sticks.

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