fff#64 +flash fiction friday #65[trigger]

again, late enough that i combining my attempt@fff#64 +trigger#65 in 1post; flash fiction friday #64 trigger: …but it was already too late…

losing data you dig for, search+research for, come like losing piece of yourself.
you in so deep you remember the threads of years of work, want to feel you could reconstruct the file/folder because you know the articles, fora, media…until the weight of urls unrecallable sinks such notions, forcing acceptance of dreams drowning in the inferior recall of your too-human mind…but later, if your life doh depend on it, after the screaming scramble to try+retrieve what neither jesus nor yourself (inexplicably) save, later, if you resist the urge to gut yourself, if you skip social media suicide, later, when the frenzy of what to do fizzle in the sizzle of the latest lacouray, later comes relief…freedom from information.
and nothing ever feel so sweet.
you cyah imagine the almost-unbearable lightness of being, the temporary giddiness, childhood revisited, to be relieved of bits+bytes of baggage in this timeline where all moments in memory carry all others previous+after…but it shortlived, reprieve from responsibility…the system need you, la basse need you, global need you to keep working, keep mining information.
my crash was unprecedented, intrasystem failure of unthinkable scale; the freedom was exhilarating. mindblowing.
i was the eye of a hurricane and when the 1s+0s clear my untethered senses make out that outside la basse exists. must exist. most of us never realise it even have “outside" la basse, but for a hot minute, i was there. nothing connecting me to the system and indirectly to global; free to think, do, feel, whaever i want…and as quick as i grasp the magnitude of it, before i could think to prolong it, i hear the incoming-alert and a new project plug-into my inbox and freedom done gone before i even appreciate knowing it.
if only had know outside exist, as the data disappear i woulda disappear me, too, but la basse does track everything in realtime; by the time my too-human mind catch up to possibility, it was already too late…

and flash fiction friday #65; [inclusions]trigger: frustrate, elate, irate, inflate [conjugate to suit]
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.