Flash Fiction 43. How I Became A Book Collector.

Printing. Start with Guetenberg I or calligraphy or the blood from an animal. The Egyptians had their Papyrus, and now I still find their dependent useful and inspiring though I've traveled occasionally with a common stylus. Where are the humans playing for work? How would we record the glass, I have heard that long term storage of information is always an issue. Earth I suppose, there might be three of us left to argue over the newspaper.

Abacus? Play all the videogames in 3 seconds?

I can't quite decide how to direct today's leadership.

How would I raise from the ashes, a story. That some would materialize in an argument. Start with a radius. Turn the ashes to ink, add gum Arabic, A new importance. 

2025 and I still realize that the old galleria is floating through more Internets than the most common elements of the world. 

I'm at the point of friendship these days. 

And the night of ecstasy.

I don't compare. 

Indecisive? Arrange? The secret meeting.

Obviously I'm still concerned with Iliona and Dua. MN has so much to offer to them. I won't found a music shrine. I'm not the priest. Do they want music distributed? Of course, no I'm not sleeping on the job description. What would it entail, security, and motivation.

Why should I care about them when I'm centrally located, with so many others in the world to worry about. Some peace and quiet? Obviously.

Does music gain, from the alteration of quiet to volume, of course it does. 

Exercise. I'm attempting to rise from the dream every morning. 

The Moon or the Sun. 

A year is difficult. 4 seasons. Boring? The next Olympics?

Out of and into Rock n Roll so they can watch us on TV. 

I obviously have less sales than either Dua or Iliona but I don't know if I would want to sell more records than them anyway. My music is teachable. I'm more familiar with Iliona's first 2 albums, and I've purchased 2 of Dua's albums on Bandcamp. Obviously I don't have the time to listen to all of their music all of the time. 

What's next for music? Natural and Technological. A slight harmony, obviously 7. Ghostly and life on the balance beam. Log rolling is not my forte anymore. 

Changing careers? I will still have to write my name. Good Internet names? I think I have an Internet. I'm not copying? But I Ante Meridian. Copy a Machine. 

What's next for the one I imagine. She only exists in your mind now.  Elle's paper route. Designing..

Genetics? DNA, ABC, 123. Medicine? Artificial Intelligence speeding up cures?

The double helix, two gummy worms?