no one lives forever

By supercow (shanghai)

Early one morning people as people go about their lives they notice something new in the square, a block of ten thousand cds.  Nostalgic or curious, each person takes a keepsake with them as they continue on their day.  Word spreads quickly and a crowd gathers.  As people come and go the block disintegrates, spreading its contents throughout the city.  By nightfall it is all but gone.  That night, ten thousand people put a cd on, though it is only a moment and they soon forget…