Last updated on January 19, 2026
I put my words in both places, on paper and on screen.
Both are temporary, fleeting as a dream.
If my papers burn, then let my thoughts be seen.
If the power fails, my book still stands, unplugged, yet keen.
Perhaps I should carve them deep into stone,
So time itself might read them when I’m gone.
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