On checkboxes and wires

I love it how when you sign in somewhere online there's that little check box waiting for you that says "remember me". It seems like such an easy solution to everything. I wish I could check that box next to things in books or life or in trees or in eyes. I constantly forget things. I beleive I should carry around some writing paraphernalia to remember everything. It also makes everything so personal. "me" I love it. It seems so nostalgic like a woman saying this in some seductive manner and in an overly dramatic whisper to a once loved heart torn man. Riding off into the sun on some foggy morning. Its as I imagine Casablanca to be, even though Ive never seen it. I envy wires. They know where they start and where they end. Its a simple, purposeful life for a wire. Much like people. They can be used for good, 9111 calls or asking to go on a date. Or can be evil, used to prepare crimes or to harass people through the internet or telephones or television. They can be famous - when Dylan plugged in. Or infamous - strangling someones suicide. Most wires seem to have purpose - i.e like humans tend to have some sort of religious purpose or somesort. But there are those existential wires, loose and lost. Those still packed, children, fetuses, and recluses. Are they in pain? In freedom? Or awaiting to be opened? Most wind up tangled, lost in a rumble of other wires. Others need adapters, people need to adapt, wear masks, permanently. They are thrown, tossed around, replaceable. Too many, though, everything shorts. BAM! Fire.