2002-07-25 || 3:37 p.m.

|| if one were seatbelted to this console. ||

it's an electronic heartdrop. a virtual sinking ship. a tummy full of ones and zeroes clenching just for a second to brace itself for the letdown.

visceral in this funny mechanical way. like there are wires and flashing light signals, radio waves and automated responses: 'no he hasn't written. no he is not thinking of you.'

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