we don't want to be forgotten

i was

thinking about why so many

people

continually record themselves,

taking

snapshots of their lives,

eating,

singing, dancing.

showing the world where they are,

what they're doing

and who they are with.

my mother

used to do the same thing

with her instamatic

Kodak camera.

filling albums

with developed pictures.

she didn't want any of it to

end,

to slip out of her fingers

these

moments, whether precious

or mundane.

it's the eternal desire

that we all have, to live

forever,

and not be forgotten.