So I write to fill space. To appear that I have something interesting to say.
See, here is an entry on January 15, 2002. I wrote something to myself. I proved my existence for one more day.
An existence that could disappear with the swipe of a hard drive on server that I have no control over. I guess that means, if this were my only legacy, and it is destroyed, I would be destroyed as well. Hhhmmmm, sounds like a techno mystery thriller. Erase a persons identity on a computer and you erase them.
I don't have a clue where this came from, or where it's going. Maybe now is a good time to end.