Our generation’s skin has become this collective walking time capsule, body bag sized lockets.
We store everything we don’t trust to our impermanent, upgradeable, forgettable clouds… phones. .. memories on our skin.
This…. Oh that was my 20th birthday, gardenia as big as my head.
That one?! That’s a tortise for my baby boy, turned grown man with kids of his own always ran the race slow and steady. that text one means….
No forgotten passwords or broken screens, replacements or thefts.
Its written out in plain sight
Everyone can witness it
Makes it hard to forget
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