The present problem is that memory won't persist or insist at all. Pull the plug, burn the fuse and all that we know and love is gone -- and with poor backups, digital amnesia or total oblivion is a fact. So it is very fitting that I took my electric pen for a nightly stroll to make The Transience of Memory.
(Click on the image to see it better. And in order to see it even better, one might Order a Fine Print...)
Poor girl. You see hints of electronics in her skin, you see more than a hint of circuits in the waves. There's information on the melt all over the beach, and the once-functional computer has become a different kind of fruit...
--- I found a better copy, eventually. And sooner or later I may show it to you, in a picky selection of my very best works -- don't know precisely when. Farther along, I see other digital obstacles towering in the mists. I make myself ready to climb.