This morning I think about singing. And Assyrian stone reliefs.
As we hang on to the crest of evolution, media grows less permanent. Last month’s Twitter mashups are broken. The 1980’s Atrari synthesizer project gathers dust in a closet. 20th century wax cylinders locked inside museums.
Things to do. Memorize a song. Teach one to a child. This year, carve something in stone. Bury it next to a stream.