We flicker on the screen. We fold and unfold upon the mind's eye, brittle as wings, eternal as a heartbeat. And even when the heart falls silent, we do not cease to be, because in the end, we all become memories.
Madness string 87276
This isn't new. My cousins did this to my aunt, my aunt did it to my grandma, and my grandma did this to her oldest sister. People have been pawning their kids off since the beginning of time.