AND IF I DIE - NADIF EDIE DOING THIS FOR FUN, WHO IS NADIF EDIE THO?
I imagine that everything I've written in this blog will become inscriptions. A hundred years later, some random person will look at my archives, Witnessing what life was like in the early 2000s, and they'll start to think, "Hmm, a woman." Wait, is it possible that this Blogspot will still be around a hundred years from now? I hope so... A hundred years later, no one will recognize me, Not even my great-grandchildren. I'll rise again as moon orchids... nah, that won't happen. Someone's body will be laid to rest on me, buried. A hundred years later, in 2124, all the memories on my Google Photos will be unknown. Hmm, wait—Google, you have my permission to keep my photos after I die, and when the 2100s come, just spread them all over the world. People will see my life, All my random photos, screenshots, and videos. I hope people in the future will enjoy them as much as I've enjoyed my life. A hundred years later, if someone claims my work as theirs, I wil...