It feels like a memoir compressed into a title. Like a koan for the information age.
What if the PDF doesn’t exist? What if the real document is the one you are living right now? Consider the structure: beginnings, endings, lifetimes, in between. beginnings and endings with lifetimes in between pdf
That PDF does not exist. But you are writing it. Every day. In a language only you fully understand. We talk about life in computer terms now because we have no other shared vocabulary for time. It feels like a memoir compressed into a title