You save it. You name it Screenshot_45 . It sinks into a folder with a thousand others—digital amber, trapping moments that were already simulations to begin with. Later, you will scroll past it and feel nothing. Or worse: you will feel the hollow shape of a feeling, like a footprint in asphalt where something once ran over.
And yet, you have just committed a small act of violence against time. print screen on laptop
So go ahead. Press it again. Steal the frame. Hoard the light. You save it