What are you doing over there? Coming from a sheet? I can't say I understand what you mean by that, but...yay! You should come and visit more often. This is as close as I can get to you. I can put my hand on the mirror right here, and feel the electric warmth of the screen. You should put your hand on mine - and you should stop worrying about the life you've lived up to this point.
I'm sitting here on the moving platform, a belt-way pushing through the baked-dough mountains. Two-hundred different colors of flower push and pull past me, and I make my attempt to grasp at one of them. I do! And it wilts and bends in my grasp. The other flowers all start to spread, the canyon flower field moving to where every point is just as distant from me and one another. Why? To hurt one flower is to make every flower around you see you as dirt.How old are you? Because I think you're too old. Revert. Adults are time-enforced abortions. Life ends at 14.