I Was Dead
Today, the first day where there is enough normality after our stressful move from a big house to a small duplex in Vancouver, B.C., I can sit at my computer (it was AWOL for weeks). I thought of the expression, “he is dead”. It occurred to me that there is no real finality in those three words. Finality comes with the addition of, “and buried.”
So I was dead for at least three weeks when I was off facebook (note that facebook should be written in lowercase). Comments and likes disappeared overnight. I was dead. If you are no longer in facebook you are dead. If it cannot be found in Google it does not exist. Kierkegaard would have been depressed. I even had to update my Firefox so I could insert this into Medium.
I wonder what Sartre might have thought of all this. Kierkegaard would have been depressed.
Perhaps it was Christmas 1977 when I sent cards with the above image. There were four of us in the family so I thought it was a good idea. I received many complaints.
Eisenstein in Guanajuato
Originally published at blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com.