Many movies have explored the idea of being forgotten. It does seem like quite a terrifying thing. But now that we’re in the midst of the digital age, we are constantly being told that our data is being collected and sold. Good news for us! We’ll never be forgotten, because Google is keeping track of who you are, your likes, your dislikes, what time you visited your friend’s house, et cetera. So truly, I don’t have a fear of being forgotten anymore. Not just because my information is being collected and categorised, but also because I upload stuff to YouTube and have my own website. As long as my bank account has enough money when the ninth of April rolls around each year, this website will remain active. Even then, I’m pretty sure that after I’m dead and the website does deactivate (provided I don’t create a secret bank account to keep it running, or force someone to keep it open in my will) the archive will still be accessible via the Wayback Machine. And I think that as long as you are living on the grid, and haven’t paid to have your digital footprint erased, and you are of a certain age, traces of you will still exist long after you’re dead. Again, this is assuming that the future generations don’t mess up really badly and blow up the planet, rendering the internet completely empty and useless.

  Do I fear death? That’s a loaded question. Sort of, I guess. I don’t know if I believe in life after love. Sorry, I mean life after death. If there is a life after death, I think I’ll be okay, and therefore shouldn’t fear death. If there isn’t life after death, then, well, there’s not much I can do about it. It’s beyond my control, so I shouldn’t worry about it and therefore shouldn’t fear death. So I don’t.

  Now here’s the big one. Spiders? Yeah. I’m terrified of spiders. Why? I think it stems down to the fact that when I was three(?), a spider bit me on my left middle finger and I had to go to hospital.