Blogma: Reverse Biographic Entry into a Dying Universe

                                 Correct me if I'm wrong. When you die, we remember. Backwards, in retroflection. Memory recoil. In that final de-partitioning of memory, a microburst of awareness is realized in an injury to the life of each and every individual one of us. All of our good and evil deeds are measured therein.

                                 But now look at the blogma recorded in your social media. It also is a rear view window to your life playing out backwards. Your "Memory Bank" now, is invested into that informational super nova called the heavenly "cloud." But  in this new religion of Dataism, your life's memories are for the taking. ONLY YOU YOURSELF WILL NEVER GET TO SEE ANY OF IT.  Only  G-,  Insta-Grandma, Splinterest, Faceplant, Inkedin or Splitter are now where we will all have to go when we die. And we will all go into that big data bank in the sky.

                                 Oops you blinked, and now all those memories belong to someone else. (YouTube now plays tunes I posted on my G+ account 5yrs ago. I wonder if Google is still using my Alien Math Graphics Artifacts for testing their image recognition software?) Ahhh, memories. Where did they all go?