March 04, 2005.
there was a nothingness about it all, the situation, the meaningful conversation, the feigned friendship.
we sat in the dim room like empty shells occasionally colliding in conversation, the clunks bouncing off the walls and echoing through my ears.
and even though i had given it a second chance it was blatantly obvious that there was nothing there.
and i realised something i should have realised years ago: that pixels will never map to molecules, and the internet will not always work in real life.