stopping
and starting a new paragraph every time i need to take a new breath.
i’m imagining a time where everything is streamed, 24/7, there is some kind of
social merit in having a stream on 24/7 collecting your memories for you to revisit
and my grandkids are
asking me in this time about where i was on say october 7th
and i try to remember, i was in lebanon, i had just submitted my
dissertation, etc. and they’ll say don’t you have the
stream? and i’ll say stream? hohoooo there was no stream back then, back then we had to remember things
whether you remembered right or wrong, allah bya’ref, bas you did your best
and they’ll say what? no stream? you had to remember everything? that’s crazy!
and my husband will say you know your grandma was
kind of streaming
for a while she was writing about her life every day
and they’ll ask what it’s called and pull it up on their neuragram or whatever they use and download a
document thousands of pages long and maybe
even listen to it.
goodnight <3



you know they will. and they will be so lucky to have this record of a very remarkable woman who is their own grandmother! makes me wish I could be one of them. lol. Still i think you just wrote a beautiful future into being. <3
oh I love this - you’re inspiring me to challenge myself in this way too 🦋