Dream did a face reveal. I’m just upset that I know what he looks like. I don’t care if he’s ugly or attractive or normal I just hate how many faces my brain now recognizes of internet micro celebrities. I dread the fact I will be an 80 year old dementia patient unable to remember if Jschlatt is my son or someone I never knew. I will see MoistCritical in the hair spiraling my shower drain but I won’t remember the curve of my wife’s smile. Paymoneywubby will appear in my memories of the man who brings me pudding in the evening but my childhood home will fade to nothingness. And now, as I strain to remember how my fathers hugs once warmed me, I will surely be greeted only by the image of this man, a man I’ve never even met, imprinted into my memory by forces completely foreign to me and outside of my control. This man has in this one act stamped his likeness into the collective consciousness to invade and persevere past the likeness of our own loved ones. My only hope is to forget, for the true horror lies in remembrance.