INXS - Disappear (Sub. Español)
What’s been happening lately with the comments
I leave on certain... 'news stories'
in the digital edition of Asturias’s oldest newspaper is something straight out
of black magic—or white ink. My words vanish as if written in lemon juice,
instead of being the result of racking my brain.
At first, I didn’t think much of the selective
sleight of hand affecting my remarks; I chalked it up to my sketchy Internet connection
or the rush I’m usually in when I go online. But recently, I’ve noticed these
disappearing acts only happen in one specific spot: the section where the
digital paper advertises the 'pirate activities' of the hospitality guild
currently plundering my neighborhood’s streets.
In principle, seeing my words vanish is nothing
new, though it’s still painful that they don’t even get a chance to be read.
Everything is fleeting except for the January slump which, every year, seems to
last until December; and even more so in the unreality of the internet, where
our digital footprint is as ancient as a dinosaur's footprint.
Where do the echoes of our Netscape browsing,
our walks through Second Life, or our Messenger chats resonate today? Just as
in life we have to get rid of things that have turned into junk, it makes sense
that our obsolete ones and zeros simply dissolve into the ether of the Web.
