Vivaldi! Woke up wanting Vivaldi, and ended up drinking coffee.
The madness of denial penetrates all of virtual worlds painstakingly constructed during the dark hours of slumber. I told her it was just an exercise. I told her that I just pretending. I told her that it was not real.
I was wrong. I disconnect and blast the whole into the ether.
The insanity of life permeates all reality sprouting of the interstitials of the day without a beginning and the night without an end. I told him that I didn’t want to miss the chance. I told him that it was all real.
I called Immanuel. He disconnected.