The search bar does not care about my fictions. It returns to zero.
Searching for someone in “All Categories” is a modern ritual of resurrection. We believe that if a person has lived, breathed, loved, failed, signed a lease, or posted a complaint about a slow toaster on a forum, the internet will remember. Digital exhaust is the new fossil record. To be absent from it is to risk a second death—not of the body, but of social proof. Searching for- Mensia Francis in-All Categories...
And yet, isn’t this the deepest kind of searching? Not for a file, but for a someone . All Categories—news, images, books, maps, videos, people—are just metaphors for the ways we try to hold each other against oblivion. Mensia Francis may have no digital ghost. But she exists in the syntax of my question. The question itself is a form of remembrance. The search bar does not care about my fictions
I try again. This time I put the name in quotes: “Mensia Francis.” Perhaps she wrote a letter to the editor in a small-town newspaper that hasn’t been digitized. Perhaps she was a nurse in the 1940s whose personnel file is in a cardboard box in a Missouri basement. Perhaps she is a character from a self-published novel whose single printed copy sits in a thrift store. Perhaps she is still alive, deliberately offline, tending a garden where the Wi-Fi cannot reach. We believe that if a person has lived,