how does this space of immateriality become a womb of immortal memory a bank of moments that we can refer to or reflect on to show us who we were who we are? to remind us how to be the best version of ourselves how does the interconnectedness we insist on teach us how to reach out or relate can it become where we find a whisper across an ocean of waves that resonates with our own soul more than anything ever has before can it become where we learn to disseminate and divulge secrets of humanity anonymously only to find an answer, a reflection, an other who feels the same who wants the same who craves the same can it become a relic of our humanity of this world rather than a place that seems to be already sold on being a reflection of our loneliness can it become a space of love, of warmth, of hope, rather than a place where that is lost