This town can hardly breathe when air is filled with dust and dying dreams

Inget informativt. Inget speciellt. Klockan är snart halv två på natten. Kanske skulle sova. Hm.
Sömn är för de svaga. Jag lämnar det här stället om drygt en vecka.
Ska försöka skriva klart PA:t imorgon. Idag. Hm.
Jag hör av mig om hur det går.

Jag läste ett blogginlägg från en fictional character. En pojke. Och jag blev lite kär, för det var det finaste jag sett :) Varför blir man bara kär i folk som inte finns?
Jag kan nog inte bli kär.
Inte på riktigt.

(Det kommer jag nog få äta upp typ imorgon. Idag. Crap. Midnatt förvirrar saker.)

"ABOUT ME: I am wearing somebody else's socks. I'm not sure who's wearing mine. They could be anywhere but I can't complain. My sock karma is well into the red but there are worse things to have done. People don't really mind about losing socks.

Enough about me. What about us? We probably don't even know each other but it's irrelevant really. Something's happening between us whether you like it or not.

Because by reading this right now you are realising the potential of a moment that I start the second I click save. That moment is happening right now. You're in it just as I was however long ago this message says it was posted. How is the future? I expect much of the same only faster. The past is fine. Everyone says hello.

So my moment and your moment have linked up and created something new. This new thing is me sat here in the past/present and you, wherever you are in the future/now and whatever that means for the both us. This is the closest we will probably ever come to time travel in our lives.

I know. I was disappointed when I found out too."

(This City is Contagious - The Cab)