In the digital age, death isn’t just absence: it’s watching someone leave the family group chat and knowing they won’t read the next message.
In the digital age, death isn’t just absence: it’s watching someone leave the family group chat and knowing they won’t read the next message.
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That’s a poignant observation—digital traces make absence feel even more tangible.
well, that describes… absence
I got sober with a friend who I ended up teaching chess too. We were playing a game via chess.com with one day increments. We never finished that game.
it’s kind of disturbing honestly, especially with online accounts means that trace of people will last literally forever on the internet. their posts, their comments, their like history, everything is laid down for everyone to see. heck, you might inadvertently “likes” comments in youtube video from someone who has died a long time ago
this one should have stayed in the drafts ngl
On the contrary, I was literally thinking in the shower recently about how disturbingly well it would probably work to create chat bots of people’s parents based on uploading all of your text messages with them. Like it sounds dark, but the bot could tell you recipe/cooking info directly based on what your mom had said, it could still congratulate you on whatever accomplishments… I’m kind of seriously worried about God smiting me for pursuing the idea though
This happened to me two years ago when my mum passed. I saw her profile picture fall behind in the family chat, and her name in my text messages fall lower and lower. One day about a year after we lost her, when I was done onsite at a job, and jumped in my car to drive home and suddenly realised I had 4 old voice mails from her. I listened to them in my car immediately. I heard her voice again for the first time in a year, and just fell to pieces.
I miss her so much. Fuck cancer.
My mom passed away years ago. A couple years after her death, her social media accounts were hacked. I felt her death all over again. In the digital age, I could go to her Facebook page much like I’d visit her grave. Since that hacker took her account, I felt like that was stolen from me. It’s a different type of difficult.