What is this place, this internet, this place of non-place. And why am I here? This here is nowhere.
We grope in a darkness formed of words, trying to find ourselves, to find light, to find paths, to find people, to find connection. But only darkness stretches out – only words, words, words. And we are so much more than words.
Get out of here. This is not enough. You are more than this.
But where do I go from here? It’s so cold outside.