Our Names on a Marquee

Our Names on a Marquee

Sigh. Why do I bother? Nobody returns my e-mails, nobody returns my phone calls. I'm watching the molecules slowly break off from my arm, transform into information, and drift away on electromagnetic waves. Slowly the rest of my body will follow suit. My consciousness will glide away until my lidless eyes close and I fade from existence.

Hallelujah.