Traces

Have you noticed that if you go search yourself on the internet you find all the traces you left behind on other people's blogs and public documents? You didn't mean to leave so much detritus. Maybe you did, at the time.

Now, you can retrace your steps. Even somebody who doesn't know you can retrace your steps. Your public persona left yarn threads scattered all over the world. What a mess we make now with our words. We are littering the universe with casual chatter. Chatter Clutter.

What if we were to limit our encounters and exchange to six words, or a word for each birthday, like candles.

Next week is my birthday. I will write a post with sixtyseven words.