The internet is the flattening of time. It is the place where the last and the present exist on one single plane. But proportionally, because the present calcifies into the past, even now, as we speak, perhaps it is more accurate to say that the internet almost wholly consists of the past. It is the place we go to commune with the past.

To live is to exist within time. To remember is to negate time.

It was a time when the future could have been anything, been anywhere. It was so open that it could actually crush her.