Sorting through all these rotting boxes of photos
Yellowed paperwork and letters
I guess I'll mostly leave behind data when I go
Is that any better
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there
I'm in the code, I'm in the symbols
I'm in stuff I don't understand that travels through the air
I'm in the signal
Nothing changes
I've always been just words
Text on pages is where I live
And it's where I am interred