Hell of a day, huh? Man I wish we could stay here forever
Beach Episode
We keep fading they stay bright
That's the beauty of it, we aren't going anywhere. All that matters is that we're going. The destination never mattered, the journey was always enough for it to matter
Empty dystopian future where we listlessly hang around pristine perfect environments that always feel empty despite the billions of people online
That feel when I have to reverse engineer my own website every time I want to add or change something. I figure as long as I'm alive this place will keep seeing some sort of update
Must get lonely up there
Need to upgrade my memory, those nights are starting to get fuzzy
It was just the two of us back then, felt like whatever life threw at us we'd be okay. . .
What am I missing?
I used to stay up late watching TV when I was younger, back when people still did that. Ironically I don't remember much of what I stayed up so late to watch, save for the endlessly repeating commercials. Download the future. . .That one always stuck with me.
It was something to do, not like I was doing much else at that time. That's what i told myself anyway
It always felt like we stayed out so late, even if in retrospect we turned in pretty early, relatively speaking. Now I know what "all night" really means
When i first saw it there was almost a sense of reverence, like being starstruck with a celebrity or seeing a religious artifact. This was what everyone was talking about
I don't get what you're so worked up over. It isn't like you can meet her in person, she may as well be as fake as everything else in this place. That was what i told him, back then I'd believed it too but he certainly wouldn't have any of it. I guess the suspension of disbelief was what made the experience back then, probably still does today
Go back. Move on. Get out. Remember. Tell the difference.
It was after I lost her that it all fell apart. . .she was the one who made it all special and meaningful. Without her it was a gleaming, massive, monument to nothing
A means to an end, that was what it had become. A way to fill the empty void she left. It never worked but maybe there was value in the act of trying, of doing anything other than giving in to the growing emptiness inside
Maybe it doesn't need to. . .
