Cool, but not cold to the touch it was. The damp darkness of it. The rough readiness of it being hard on the skin and bones of his skull which suddenly felt even heavier on it. Sleeping on the carpet of sharp rocks and dust of years all trudged and worn away by small animals scampering by in a past time of shelter.
It takes time to make that kind of black. The black of a cave out of sight of the world. So black that your eyes can only see nothing real, only see what they imagine to see. There is no light further back, but there is sound.
There is a vibe in a cave, if only you could hear it.
be quiet enough, and still your breathing…
solid until the vibe sound came through it.
Came through your chest instead of oxygen to hear it.
the solid sounds of the earth below it.
and the struggling sound of water trickling kindly in it.
through the cracks of stone above it.
He woke up thinking..
” Yes it’s quiet, but I keep all my data down here, my memories my private ‘cloud’ my stuff that I did in the past. No disk drives, no wires, no access, no one can actually get at the data except me. On the off chance that in a million year, way past my lifetime, I need it. It might be found. Found down here in the dark recesses of my terrestrial mind, down in the dark where the terrestrial vibe sounds.”
“Yes it is quiet, but why do I need to keep it ? Why keep it when I sleep to forget it, why keep it longer, than my own mind would need it. Emails, Data gone by, links once useful, now dissappeared and irretrievable. Why keep it, if no one can get it or use it or understand it or need it.”