Existence broken up, segmented numbers and letters displayed on a cold, bright screen.

Searching, bits of data revealed, my life spread out (well the part of it which I choose to reveal) on webpages replete with ads.

K Morris? Yes but not me, whoever I am? No someone else, a lady from a land far away possessed of dreams and aspirations, as am I.

I click,

“404. The page you are looking for cannot be found. Perhaps searching may help”.

I search. K Morris no longer exists. He was here but now is no more.

Solid desk on which my computer rests. Unreal cyberspace, a shimmering mirage leading us astray.

6 thoughts on “Searching

    1. drewdog2060drewdog2060 Post author

      Cyberspace as a place in which the concrete and the unreal meld together so it is impossible to distinguish one from the other. There is no discernible reality for that which we thought real has melted into thin air (the dreaded 404 error message). Thanks for your comment. Best. Kevin

      1. drewdog2060drewdog2060 Post author

        A good question. For the average computer user it is irrecoverable. However, for those with the right technical skills it can, perhaps be reassembled but this would depend on the skill of the person doing the deleting.

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