One second you're talking about Joey Lawrence...
And the next, they’re gone. Except…not completely. If you’ve ever been ghosted, dumped, widowed, whatever, from someone you once loved, then you know that no matter how removed you are, there are still lingering bits. Detritus from the experience of deeply mining each other’s personal lives. Not physical bits, but emotional. And there’s no good place to put those bits because that person is gone. So I’m putting them here. Maybe you’ll find yourself here, or them, or maybe you just like links to stuff. I had no place to put my digital grief, and now I do. Except it’s not regular grief; it’s COOL GRIEF*.
(Pictured: photo of what it looks like when I hear a song an old friend used to love, and I go to text her but remember that she’s enjoying music in the specific afterlife of her choosing.)
*no tf it is not