By Stace Johnson
Back in the day, death was binary
Alive or dead, on or off, one or zero
Now, there is no zero state
Hit by a car?
Pick a new body. We’ll restore “you” from backup
No worries! We’ll grow another one
It’s not about whether you live any more,
It’s about what you create while you live
Art is the new yardstick
Content is the new blood
The more you bleed, the less you die, so
Open a vein and try to keep up
Whatever you do, don’t keep it to yourself;
That is what makes you die.