I v-introduced you to the team today. V is for virtual. Virtual, that modifier on reality.
All it really means is that I thought through the introductions. Mentally imagined them. Now you virtually know everyone. My Sims version of everyone can go out to drinks or run into each other at corners and it wouldn't be weird.
Virtually, we're all friends.
Music made by other people. Especially if that music involves a guitar, and some Spaniards
The golden glow of windows, intensifying the deepening shadows.
The green, supple, grass of a north eastern summer.
Your voice (voi ici) on the answering machine, that many many years ago, warm and dancing.
Fireflies in the depths of tree shadows.
Words flowing through the brain, fluid and faint and deepening as the change in colors washing across the sky, high atop the shadows of tree tops.
Fade, to black.
i feel sick. actually sick. my throat has a bit of a hitch to it, my head hurts, i'm finding it hard to smile, exactly. my stomach hurt...