My records are just noises in the universe. Most of them will be erased after I die. Most of the evidence that proves my existence will be forgotten, fading away like other millions of names before me.

But I'll still write some more. Feeling things, expressing them, through my fingers. Not to make it last forever, just to be here at the moment.

I wish we could all just live and recognize what's going on around us. And that's already hard enough these days.