“Then I’m definitely going to let Ma find the glass menagerie on her own!” I cried, and stormed out of her house—cut deep by this future she’d imagined without me.
—-Dan Ryan, Bedside
Sleep
It’s hard right now to not think about what you leave behind. I need to clean my office room (the dogs have been in the trash). And don’t forget, there is digital now. Would you be comfortable with the people that follow you scrutinizing your hard drives? Your tablet? Moving through the directories, guessing at the filenames.
So you could password protect the things. But then you think that when you are gone, so is everything you collected. And that might be more frightening.
Read it here:
Bedside, by Dan Ryan
from Electric Literature
Bill Chance 