Weird, how we build a mental picture of the peeps we come across on the platforms and cobwebs that line our screens. They become their avatars, just a pic and a line.
Safe. It's safe to come out to play. Complete nerds becoming the lover of the year, and being able to say "howdy" to Paco Bergoglio...
Distances equalised in the region of light-years.
Save for ours.
There's roughly 24 hours left before I call this week another defeat in my ongoing war, with only one goal in mind:
To say: "How are you, my friend?"
Everything else is optional. Hell, everything is optional for you. I'm not bargaining (just how?), but stating.
Tomorrow, HW, 7-9pm.
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