yeah uhh

I don't like "what if"s

one friend¹ got real worried when I voluntarily spontaneously confessed frustration at people, the actual "irl" community of people who leave phone numbers all over the world like they're good for anything, then ignore some bright young idiot's request to get his affairs in order before an oops

I guess the real busy accountants prefer hearing of the clients before from, and the real good lawyers understand that the document is a waste of money

real people; ghosted. one by one, they ghost. I care, and quietly rename them in the contacts list, usually towards some adjectives that discourage bothering them unsolicited; things like "probably lawyer secretary" and "bureaucrat office line", descriptors of the phone number that could be cried away or blissfully ignored by the guilty ghosters.

friend got worried. I don't know if he was personally pissed at me for triggering even a single notification in any channel for any reason whatsoever without some established order targeted for disruption, or at least a link to notes about the next zero-knowledge wisdom dispensary cliffnotes for dummies.

why am I telling you this, rather than bothering my friend again?

because you wanted my opinion. I'm already useless; in life, preparation for death; after death, a life spent, one way or another, in search of the test case's purpose.

I like worrying about what the survivors will do with my leftovers. They're still my leftovers! I'm not done preaching to the hungry yet, although I'm not much good yet, either.

After I'm food and dead, my best guess is that my writings will be considered worth more than the headache of figuring out wtf to do with old computers and stuff, because writings show up after authors die and folks get news, while stuff rots while old computers bloom.

I like dust. I like words. I don't like getting called a Clanker.