For Jared, Years Down the Road
I looked into the memory
like a fishtank
to make sure you were still there,
not stuck or frozen or held up,
but running from frame to frame,
just like we do without you,
forgetting to call, to write,
to love our loved ones.
At least you have an excuse,
much busier than I’ll ever be
visiting those who wonder where you’d be today,
not knowing how many spaces you occupy at once
whenever it’s time
to stretch your legs again.
It’s not a far-fetched idea that we could all be wearing cameras one day. How will we handle privacy then? A new study gives hope: Even your average college kid doesn’t want to be a glasshole.
don’t be a #glasshole: start the conversation now. interesting.
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