sams of the past that are no more
this suddenly came out from the playlist...
which brought back the first day of february. of the year two thousand and nine.
fortynine months from today, sam was conceived from the mention of "be good."
it then took almost two months more before sam began to be read by other sam's.
it was a gamble for ash. letting pry a slit away from incognition. telling of sam and how he became one.
it became an outlet. and a window to read other sams.
other sams who have since become just a memory of things that have been written. of written past that ceased to be an intimation of what was.
what has become of these sams? not this digital land will remind. not that this sam will find.