11.24.25: Digital Ghosts

Every online account is a ghost waiting to happen. Social feeds keep echoing after people are gone. Birthdays ping, memories resurface, photos tagged with someone who can’t reply. It’s unsettling, but also strangely comforting. The internet doesn’t believe in endings. It preserves, archives, resurfaces. Maybe that’s why we’re obsessed with posting. Not for likes, but for survival. We want to be remembered by machines, even when humans forget. The question is, who owns those ghosts? Us? Our families? The platforms? Or do they float forever, haunting timelines no one checks anymore, proof that we once typed into the void.