[OT, OT, OT]  Answer very, very, very OFF TOPIC about Facebook, but
   it's part of a discussion that I already had with Mirimir and some
   friends here before.

   On Sep 9, 2016 10:27 PM, "Mirimir" <[1]mirimir@riseup.net> wrote:
   >
   > Anyway, Facebook is not our friend. They're just monetizing love.

   I have an old account on Facebook that I used to keep only to read
   private invitations on groups of Hackerspaces, Law and  - hahaha!!! -
   Internet Privacy, all owned and managed for friends.  I am not using it
   anymore, but I simply do not have courage enough to delete it forever.
   Tried before and gave up because of old sweet memories, very important
   for me.

   There are two dead friends among my contacts.  One of them was so
   special for me that you never will understand, my dear.  He was one of
   the fnords of my life.  He was one of the best hackers that I've knowed
   and had a huge heart, bigger than the whole world.  And he was fucking
   intelligent, brilliant, wow!  I was always asking to that son of a
   bitch donate me some of his neurons, because he never would miss them
   and I needed much more than my two neurons, Ceci and Lia, to study more
   and more and more subjects and, maybe after some decades, become
   someone like him...

   If I delete that fucking stupid FB account, I will lose for complete
   the access to his private profile and his amazing posts, funny pics,
   his crazy stories, private conversations, everything, part of his life
   that still exists online...  I will lose him twice and I know I won't
   manage well this pain.  It still hurts so, so bad after years...

   I know it's stupid, but, sometimes, I like to pretend he is still
   alive, laughing, telling the most creative stories or the craziest
   conspiracy theories, the best jokes, explaining me something completely
   useless, stupid and silly, but in a so interesting way that I always
   would think "Wow!  God, how could I survive without knowing it until
   today?"...

   I never deleted my dead stupid Orkut account for the same reason, but
   because of another dead friend.  He was my best friend for almost 15
   years of my life.  Years of friendship and he decided to kill himself
   without saying anything.  No good bye, no I love you.  I just received
   a very expensive Edith Piaf's collection few days after his death.  No
   words to say 'adieu', only music.  He had lost my favorite Edith Piaf's
   CD years ago and before the suicide, he remembered it.

   I was beta tester for some Google products that I simply don't use
   anymore, but still contain sweet memories.  This Gmail account is
   really, really old.  I still remember when received the invite to have
   it...

   Well, more than slave of Facebook and Google, I am slave of my own
   memories, of my past.  I already lost so many dear friends, teachers,
   heroes and loves and my heart never heals for complete.  I always feel
   it completely destroyed after every loss.  I die when someone that I
   love dies.

   It was fucking strange, but when I tried the suicide, I destroyed lots
   of important data and things, including notebooks and devices able of
   being used against friends and activists, but, in the end, had no
   courage enough to delete that stupid FB account forever.  I imagined
   that some friends would like to see my old pics smiling on Facebook
   after my death...

   So, probably, I will never be a really good cypherpunk.  And also a
   good anarchist, because, in several senses, I am a slave.  Maybe of
   companies, maybe of my own past, but not so free and independent as I
   should be.

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   "La vita non è un problema da risolvere, ma un mistero da vivere."

References

   1. mailto:mirimir@riseup.net