The Pink Bits Substack #2

The Pink Bits.

Using one of those old pink pencil erasers feels different than pushing a delete key. Depending on one’s age, some people may not have had that experience.

Erasing pencil from a notebook leaves some pencil lead residue and pink eraser bits behind.

Those pesky bits are tricky and stay around in defiance of the word or phrase being erased. With an extra F.U. step of having to brush those pink bits on the floor to be swept up by a broom or sucked up in a vacuum and tossed in the garbage.

Garbage. Rubbish. Refuse. Trash. Debris. The pink bits are gone.

There is the idea that is never realized, which is different from erasure. There is being left out, which gets called a mistake or omittance.

But to be erased from existence for who you are or for your work, degree, or Ph.D. from our digital information highways is now a simple click, poof, gone.

Words you once used with pride to make change, make decisions, and improve things are now painted over, extracted, and erased. The pink bits tossed.

Erasure is the opposite of belonging.

The thing is, we have pens (and way-back machines).

Power to them.

To the Jessicas - 

 , the doctors and women who saved many pink bits last night. I was thinking about you. Thank you.

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