There’s nobody around me for a long time, it’s GhostVille for I don’t know how long, didn’t notice it before. I’m gonna do this. I can’t fix a date, 'cause that would be hilarious. Otherwise, it’ll be just me, in a disgusting new skin, wrinkled around the mouth; I see no “benefits” and hidden joys in being like that. I know it’s just a new interface; it’s just that I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it.

Like: ME talking to other heads. ME developing affection that lasts for 2 weeks, tops. ME melting while a 30-something-guy’s telling me, after he’s had a few drinks, that he’s depressed and will spend New Year’s Eve alone – I can’t help feeling sorry for him, even though I know my compassion is useless.
I know what it will be like: just another mess, “however old and wise”:
polaroid strip stories that didn’t help me in any way,
blackish water in which I can’t distinguish anything
wasted biological information - “the Earth revolves around its axis”.



Tunes from a radio that I hear sometimes louder and high-pitched,

sometimes mumbling as if from under water.