The Two Deaths.

Some dead Roman dude had this idea. The idea that every human being dies two deaths. The first is the literal one. They die, croak, meet their maker, push up daisies, come a cropper, perish, go norwegian blue. This isn't the important one.

The second is the death of being forgotten. Of having every trace of you as an individual vanish from existence. Nobody remembering you. Your photos deleted, your portraits rotted, your writings burnt. This is the one that really matters.

And here I am, with access to this technothingy here. Once posted, this post will float around the audient void that is the internet until the internet perishes in nuclear hellfire- and maybe not even then will it die. I'm not going to live forever, but I aim to get get damn close.

Hello world, I exist. Neat, huh?