I’m writing this hardly able to spot the keys, I’m so drunk.
There is something weird about a world where we’re so interconnected and yet it’s still so hard to find one single person in a moment
with whom to communicate honestly and i don’t mean chat. I mean communicate.
I mean overlap my sphere of perception with another’s to make something new.
So here I send my drum beat thrum.
A shuddering vibration sent out to all other rational, thinking, lonely people.
Let my transmission bounce off you and echo back to me, altered and amended by you, muffled by you, or made brittle and resonant by you.
You don’t even have to talk to me.