My inbox displays 330 unread messages, the senders buried under layers of new arrivals. Who are these 330 whose words now fall on blind eyes? Friends(?) sharing news both great and small, sellers hawking wares real and fancied, strangers casting lines into digital seas. Their messages may have brought joy or pain, furthered debates, or laughed away concerns. But for me, they slipped through unseeing eyes to dwell in perpetual limbo as the tally climbed. Their messages will never pass my screens. Their thoughts leave no trace in my mind. They joined the digital dust, banished to electronic oblivion by too flooded an inbox. So, to those 330 fallen messages, I say your work is done. You may rest now in the clicks beyond.

image: freaked (1993)