how many dead people follow you on twitter? they were alive of course when they decided to follow you. but then they died. i know there is at least one following me. he is dead because he committed suicide about a year ago. sometimes it freaks me out. what freaks me out even more is that i started to follow him after he died. i never think how many revolution martyrs were following me. how many of them i did see in tahrir or the many field hospitals. how many i chanted with in protests. how many ran next to me from gas canisters and rubber bullets. how many were stuck with me in dead-end and tunnel-like streets when the state was attacking our sit-ins. how many of them looked me in the eye and told me we will be victorious- with no words really. i don’t want to think about it. i don’t think about it. not anymore. something was there and not anymore.