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Me too. Except you’re from a year ago and eventually it will be 5 years from now and you will look back at this hentai. I won’t remember you and you will probably comment on this website again one day. And one day I might come back to it. Or maybe it will be less than 5 years maybe it will be a week from now or a month. Perhaps it will be more than 5 years 20 years, 30, a century? When we’re all dust someone will find this comment. A comment from a simpler time, a comment from some guy on the internet or girl? I’ll keep you or anyone else reading this wondering 😉 Then there is a third option, the server shuts down and this little message of mine gets erased, but that’s just history I guess, or time perhaps. An infinite amount of meaningless moments happening every single second, getting washed away by a constant tide that keeps moving. Like a drawing in the sand. Unless someone, takes the sand and protects it, or turns it into clay. Hardening the message forever. The games we play now might not exist in the next 1000 years, the people we watch the people who drew this comic might be dead. But that’s why we have history, to remember the small things in life that matter. Big events are good and all but these, these people who make our world spin who populate it and fill it with life, that’s the history that should be remembered. The actual people, from Mesopotamia, or whatever. All I’m saying is that we have the technology to preserve and remember like no one else before us, so we should keep each other alive, keep the people of the past remembered and the people from the present remembered too. Sometimes… I see a library full of book. No. No. Not books but story’s, the story’s of people, of everyone and every moment of existence all catalogued right there. Every name, address, family member, animal, atom, every spin of an electron, all right there. Someone once told me. “That seems like a big library,” and it is but it’s not just big. But it’s beautiful.