The Internet is a convoluted web, and I still marvel at the deftly woven connections between strangers, and I wonder how one can be touched by someone who you never knew, at least not in “real” life.

And with sadness, I gaze at the blaze of photons that reck of finality, of words that will now never be spoken, of songs that will now never be sung, of visions that will now never be imagined, and I think to myself, how many times, and no matter who, no matter how many, no matter how close, no matter how distant, it will be a long time before it will cease to ache at least a little.

For Ana Escalante Neri, Beautiful Friend • 2007 Jul 8 • Ian Rosales Casocot • the spy in the sandwich eats the sun

to atlantis, her home • kingdom of pretty

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