poetry

Whatever user name you choose someone else has always chosen first

Remember when the microfiche was advanced new technology?

An old life carries the imprint of all the friends met along the way

An old town carries the imprint of all those who walked along its streets

An old book carries the imprint of all those who have read its pages

Looking up from the cold white earth to a white hot Venus in dark sky

Every year the best and brightest become the oldest and greyest