When I was younger I used to be terrified at the thought that when I die, all memory of me would pass out of existence. The only thing left of us when we die is our legacy, and I became fixated with the idea of being remembered. How long can I postpone my second death?

Over time though, I realized that no matter what impact I made on humanity, I would eventually be erased from history. Shakespeare thought that people could be immortalized through written word, but even that is just a postponement. At some point in the future, people will lose the skill of written word, or slowly die off, or some calamity will render us extinct. When that happens, even Shakespeare will simply... Cease to exist.

Now I think, what does it matter if my name is remembered centuries or decades? We're all headed for the same fate anyway. I just need to focus on my time here on earth. Just think about the here and now.

I think this little short explores this whole idea of mortality and memory really well. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it :).