The third offering in my weekly 100 Words challenge is exactly one hundred words and five hundred characters.
I have too many tabs open. It would kill me to close them. I might need them. I might forget them. Saving them for reference brings me comfort. If the browser crashes, and I lose them, then I will start again. I won’t go back to try and find the old ones; they are lost to me and I do not mourn them. I go on and collect new ones. Riveting essential bits and pieces gathered for some ethereal future purpose. Why is it that the new collection seems as precious as the last and is just as easily lost?