Staring at the glossy screen of my MacBook Pro, I feel oddly nostalgic for the glorious, infinite qualities I once saw in this laptop. Before you left, Apple seemed unstoppable. There were no viruses. There was no death. No end, I thought. But that novel excitement I used to feel from clicking these keys is just a memory now. A memory of greatness that felt infinite due to the very immortality of your products. Yet I forgot that you are not immortal, and like you put it perfectly, you will be “cleared away” along with what you created to make room for the new. We cannot replace you, because like you said, “don’t live someone else’s life,” but we can surpass you.
Spotted somewhere in my MacBook Pro