I dream of a perfect future. Distant, dystopic, dark, yet one where technology will not only lead to growing anomie but also to the human touch shinning through. One where I am in touch with your thoughts and share mine openly. One where I can touch you any second and let you know. That I am thinking of you. That I care. And how important you are to me - all has been said a million times - and how I never want to lose you in all that goes on. How I never want to lose the feeling of you being somehow strangely related to me in a world where less and less sense can be perceived in all those complexities of the real, the virtual and the socially constructed. These all will pass, where you will prevail as one I always come back to, one I always think of. One I always feel down within.
And I will always be scared by the silence that´s there inbetween the words and the meetings. Afraid that one day you won´t be there for me...
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