Prose poetry.
“Be careful about blogs especially, for that is where your past will follow you into your future,” Mother said, “Even employers now will check up on their potential employees in order to decide whether to hire them or not.” I listened, and said nothing. I thought to myself, one’s past doesn’t follow one into the future. The past is dead, immovable, immutable. It is us that brings our past everywhere we go, into the present, into the future. I do not need blogs in order for me to fear my past; I only need myself.
