“Be, I was, am” is a virtual poem that explores human sensibility in the act of creation, where the digital serves as a (disappearing) platform for expression. The soundtrack is generated by the typing, as off-screen fingers translate words jotted in paper into the digital realm. In the margins of existence and disappearance, writing is as active as erasing. This piece observes the endurance of memory and questions the extent of our engagement with these platforms. Are we becoming hybrids and is this dichotomy infringing on the essence of self?