The false reality that is unsaved flickering pixels, comforting luminous colors, glowing phosphorus words or images that discharge in an instance, leaving behind a vacuum, dark and dead, black/green coldness, no power, no life, and no vibrance.
Tell me about the loss of power.
It is not political parties and their votes,
It is not aging boxers and their fists,
It is not untuned engines on the highway,
It is not our elders aging with their walkers.
It is about the loss of the unsaved, luminous colors, comforting words, words gathered and ordered over time, images created and displayed, ideas important and beautiful, that disappear forever, as if they never existed.
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