Thank you Alex for keeping me at an even keel on this one.

Too cold to connect as it feels like prose read through a fogged pane. Connecting made in eternal ways that assume context takes away from the moment. To know these people would be to make them human when all we hope for would be to find some in into these insular lives.

But still, something that on replay on repeat on repeat would only reveal an endless small joys all still worth living.