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Memory is weird. This morning, as I emerged from a vivid dream about my first encounter with what we might call the "proto-internet," I found myself marveling at how some memories fade within minutes while others resurface with stunning clarity decades later. The dream transported me back to the summer of 1989, when my mother had just begun her undergraduate studies at the University of Southern Mississippi, and I was about to stumble upon a connection that would change my life.

This was my response to this post on Reddit.

"A game, really?"

"Yes. Any game. You win, you go back...you lose...well..."

How does one respond to that? Better yet, how does one respond to Death? Not death, as in the end of life. Death as in the (un)living embodiment of the hereafter.

I finally found a few minutes to put the finishing touches on an open-source theme conversion I've been working on for a while. I have posted the theme for download here. Take a look, and let me know what you think.