Ghost

Each and everyday I record myself, a artificial memory of my person. Inside my phone, in my computer, in everything I write say or do. Every task I need a reminder for, every thought I jot down, every shopping list I write. These things will never go away and they will be there long after I am gone. These things exist in a state where they can be deleted and whipped away at a single will but no one person will search out every trace me once I'm gone. Just like family and friends who have passed away. Their faces are just a few words and a key press away, their words loop indefinitely in recordings left in mundane simplicity. 

You are my ghost, as I will be.