Life for me is existing so much online. I am a virtual entity on the brink of manhood. Children being formed in the spirit world. It is scary. People introducing themselves for the first time after so many chatroom years, now in this candy shop on the bay of tears, pouring themselves into my reflecting pool fears. Death’s delight in the rejecting passage, I watch and repeat lines I’ve said before. Being a character more than a friend. An enemy instead of a frenemy. A misunderstood Faery going all out all over.
It’s at this point that I’m stopped by a bum asking for a dollar.
I’ve got nothing, I say. Nothing but my words. My presence.
He walks on, unsatisfied.