The world that birthed that story is long gone, all its people are dead, but it continues to touch the present and future because someone cared enough about that world to keep it. To put it in words. To remember it.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

We smile, because this is how we save the world.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.