I searched
myself,
Three times
in an hour, not sure
what I was looking for.
what I was looking for.
Bored.
Clueless,
for sure.
I saw my
name popped up,
I saw me, my picture, news, accolades, data, information, Google, Bing.
Do people
have time to read all this?
Do I exist
outside of these pages?
Am i defined by these info layers?
Am i defined by these info layers?
Neon-lighted,
layered, e-pages that no one cares for?
Does it
matter?
I scrolled and scrolled down the pages,
So many
identities, names, profiles.
Lying their
unnoticed and unrecognized.
Lifeless lives,
electronically dead, decaying encryption, digital IDs.
I searched
myself, again, hoping to find something new, although,
I know.
Nothing has
changed in an hour.
The cycle
continues, and even-though I know
there is
nothing new to look for.
Yet.
Yet.
I searched
myself, one more time.
Is it to
confirm that I am still alive? Or
To ensure
my existence?
Is it because I don't know what else to do? Or
I cannot decide what i should do?
Is it because I don't know what else to do? Or
I cannot decide what i should do?
Google does
not have answer to my questions.
Am I trapped
with-in a powerful data center?
Am I becoming
a series of codes?
Who knows?
One last
time,
I searched
myself.
To know I am
alive.
To know, I am
still being upgraded.
I could see
a new update patch coming,
to add info
on my profile page.
The new
info was
the date of
my digital death
Now, I know
what I was
searching for
I was
searching for me, myself.
Searching for that cannot be found on a page.
I was
searching my soul.
Searching for that cannot be found on a page.



