circlingskeleton:

The part (in Zadie’s original article) about the imagined post of memorial struck extra hard with me, too.  Mainly because I’ve experienced the real deal first hand, a… let’s say an acquaintance of mine in high school died, oh what, two years ago (wow), but his facebook page, to this day!, is still posted upon, with posts very similarly vague and lacking in grammar and language— (not far off from “Sorry babes! Missin’ you! Hopin’ u iz with the Angles. I remember the jokes we used to have LOL! PEACE XXXXX” at all!.)  One phrase in particular stands out, posted many times by many different people— “drive slow, homie.”  What does that mean?  It’s an inside joke between these old friends, and they’re making it live forever on the internet.

I actually wrote an article about it last year.  But it’s still fresh, because the internet and the culture that spawned from it won’t let it go.  The wounds are always, perennially fresh with digital media and social networking.  Unless Facebook crashes and deletes all data, the deceased still exist.

Ahhh.  I don’t know how to go on.  It just sort of… weirds me out.  Make me feel vulnerable.