by Buñag Manlapaz
Prompt: You download an app onto your phone that lets you chat with your past self.
“We left you all on your own spaces and yet, for some reason, some go out their cages. We would have been happy, really, if you all just keep running on the wheels we provided. Some rats eventually stop liking the cheese we feed them and eat away others ahead and break the rules that govern them. You shouldn’t have even tried and continued. But whenever you persist to free yourself, we will be there, at the end of time, watching.”—E.M.I.T.
I
P_TS
It feels like a half-dream half-nightmare hangover. My head still hurts from a cosplay party last night. Some wore their ‘90s idol duo-band Daft Punk that I hardly appreciated. The usual anonymous text message I received just now blurs my sight on my pixel-screened cellular phone. I can’t seem to understand what it means as it seems to make me understand something.
Last night was really a blast and my friends maybe left me here on my sweat-soaked sofa in my room unit. The overwhelming bright sunlight through the glass window starts my new day. This is a good day so this is a good life.
DING!
My cellular phone sounds when it has any notifications from its applications. ESCAVE phones are today’s trend in terms of both entertainment and communication approach to the ever-bearing thing called life. Its Application Store shows a badge icon, telling the user it has a surprise.
I tap on the lens eye-cave logo of the app store. It then shows the phone application that is currently available for download. What I learn from being on the streets and meeting people who have mad skills especially with these modern technologies, I learn from them, a lot. Most of them taught me how to tinker the web and gain access to inaccessible depths and security of the cyber web. By these skills, I learn to harness my advantages especially when it comes to the use of technology.
PasText
The application’s name with its letters arranged as ‘txeTs aP’ on the application store. This one’s catchy to someone who fishes. I tap the Download & Install button beside it and it prompts a dialog box.
Your ESCAVE’s phone software is not yet updated.
If you want to continue, just press Update.
Frustratingly, any cellular phone user can relate but not me.
II
If they have Jailbreak, I have All Keys, a program I personally developed and used since I created it a few weeks ago. I had dreamt of it, like I’m being held in prison with these web developers and those who tried to hack in on government-issued programmers. Yes, government-issued programmers. So, I made sure I had something to counter their “prison” by creating All Keys. It enables me to explore all of a program’s codes without even having to mind the trail I’m leaving inside the program. Entry and exit codes leave many trails that are detectable but with All Keys, it’s like going in and out of rooms with only using one key.
Here it goes.
While my phone is connected, I run the All Keys program in the laptop. A computer window pops up every time All Keys is use to any connected device. It has simple options that give its unique function. Back-Up, Erase, Format, Open and Sort are some of its option. But I usually choose the Unlock feature, and then select PasText as the application to be unlocked.
All Keys, All Access.
The All Keys unlocks the PasText app and all its content in just a few minutes. I leave my phone connected to my laptop for some time to get a bottle of beer in the refrigerator. I pop open the beer bottle and its red crown fall on a crack through the kitchen floor. I hear a chink sound as the beer crown hits another one below. It’s quite odd even it is my first bottle today.
I almost drop the beer bottle from my hand when an unusual pop-up dialog appears on the laptop screen:
You are about to access a classified app. Continue?
I drink the entire bottle’s content in one single gulp and click the ‘Yes’ without hesitation. This will be another new fun for me.
Removed from my laptop, I quickly tap my phone’s home button and swipe its screen to the right to see my new app. In full excitement, I tap PasText on my phone, and my phone’s screen turns into black. After a quick moment, the opening message appears as:
“PasText… lets you text your past self”
III
A dart board is hanging by the far wall from my laptop desk, and I’ve been shooting its rings with my red-quivered darts. What would I say to my past self? Quit online role-playing games?
I throw my last dart and it hits an occupied space by a previous dart, making it hit its plastic quiver and fall behind the sofa. I make my way to get it back but to my disbelief, there are already darts behind the sofa. And I thought it was my first miss. It was really a bad hangover.
It’s time. I’m sure of this.
To make sure this app works, I should try it first. I type in my first message and press send.
“How are you, past self? I’m Robert, by the way. Am I really your future? Lol”
No moment passes when the app notification dings signifying a reply to my message.
“Hi, Robert, you’re really my future so you need to change your name, asap”
“Y?”
“Basically, in our capacity, we know geeky things and time is a geeky thing. You may not know now but you will, so just do it”
“I’m not even sure what you mean. I just got PasText app and I thought I was way cooler before”
“You need to believe me on this. Please. Whatever you do now affects me. I’m your past self. Remember that”
“I still don’t get why I should change my name. And you seem to be worried about me”
“I worry about us, that is why I want you to change your name. Can’t you just do what you are told to do?”
“No, I don’t want to. And I thought this was going to be a nice chat especially with your own past self. You give me chills, man.”
“I don’t want to but you need to know. So you just need to change your name. Please”
“Maybe this is just a program that has automatic replies to my own messages. Bye”
What a waste of time, then.
I press the power button and put my phone on stand-by mode. Stand-by Robert. Let see what will really happen.
IV
DING! DING!
DING! DING!
I’m almost lost in trance under the spiraling light of the installed strobe lights on my room ceiling. It’s a hallucinogenic view. I’m a moth dancing in its fire. My phone rings as the PasText continues to get new notifications for me.
“You already messaged your past self, user, you should now know your policies. Read them thoroughly before Accepting the Terms and Conditions of our PasText app”
It’s really a bugger these days to read applications’ policies and its terms and conditions of usage. I simply tap the Accepting the Terms and Conditions of the PasText app notification box. Viola! Always this kind of magic does the trick.
RIIING DI-RIIING DIIING!
RIIING DI-RIIING DIIING!
My phone’s polytonal ringtone sounds as it receives a call.
An unknown number? Who could this be? This is not the time to answer anonymous calls. I tap the reject button and let my phone sit there for a while.
V
My past self hasn’t contacted me yet. And that’s good. I hope he’s in good shape, too. I turn on the Wi-Fi connection on my cellular phone and instantly, notification messages from PasText pop up on the lock screen. I enter my phone’s password and quickly tap on PasText to read its messages.
“Don’t you just believe? Have you changed your name?”
“I still have my doubts”
“How can you trust me, then? How can I make you believe?”
“Tell me something about our crush in college, Hannah. I’m sure you know that she’s the next real thing of our true happiness. It’s cool to have a girlfriend, isn’t it?”
“Okay. Hannah’s favorite gifts from guys are strawberry chocolates, a bouquet of sunflowers and a unicorn stuffed toy. That good?”
“Our crush is one, but I’m sure you know, our grades suck. How can you help me with our exams?”
“I will send you an encrypted message that you will need to study for the coming major exams”
“How do you know all these? I think you’re just being desperate”
“I just know, believe me. I think we will need all these”
“All? How about helping me purchase new gadgets and tech-stuff? Can you help me out with that too?”
“Then try the lottery. I’ve had luck there before and hope it hasn’t changed yet. 7-6-2-3-6-7″
“And all of these will matter soon?” I hope so.
“This all will matter. I guarantee you. And lastly, stay away from water”
“What’s with water? We know that we love swimming like we did in high school and especially in PE classes this year, right?” What’s with that now?
“We want to enjoy our coming fortunes so we need to stay alive”
“Stay alive? We will and we are now. Thank you and now I believe you”
“Don’t tell anyone about PasText, okay?”
“We are of the same mind then, past self. Lol ”
“We’ll make sure of that together. Thank you”
All of sudden, this all feels very real as if my past-self is tangible. I better try all those out.
VI
“How have you been, love?”
I still can’t fathom the idea that my past self was right. Hannah really loves strawberry chocolates, sunflowers and unicorn stuffed toys. We’ve been dating for quite some time after I told her that she’s my crush. She’s a cheerleader and I just melt from her charm when she’s dancing. And with the file sent by my past self, Hannah and I passed the midterm exams. Everyone in class seemed to be surprised by what “love” could do to our grades. We really studied the file given to me and I only told her that it was a part of the previous exams we had before.
How do I keep up with my new life? I just won the lottery. Figures of more than a million were instantly transferred to my bank account after I got the jackpot. I can give whatever Hannah wants now. And also keep her former lover from ever reaching her again.
We spend her birthday on local park rides. The carousel spins me around as usual. I thought I was getting dizzy but I’m not. An image of a man in a black and white suit repeatedly appears in my mind almost whenever I’m blinking or closing my eyes. Who is this person?
Hannah unwraps the polka-dotted gift box I give her for her birthday. She finds ruby earrings inside it and quickly tries them on. Her beauty glows with that color.
Hannah loves to ride the Never-Ending Lake. It is where pink swans float and is driven by its couple riders to the end where everything and everyone begins again. She looks down and sees her reflection. She takes off the earrings she just received and throws them to the water. “I’m still beautiful without those, right, my love?” She asks me. I just kiss her on the lips. She goes ahead of me towards the Swan to ride on. I look back to where she threw the earrings only to find more pairs of those under the water. She’s the only one I gave those earrings to.
I would have ridden the Swan but it only brings a strange feeling to me. Stay away from water, my past self said to me. I excuse myself to not ride the swans. I point to the Ferris wheel even if I have a fear of heights. She pouts in dismay at first but still leads me towards the monstrous spinning carriages. When we take off from the carriage, the man in black and white has his eyes dead set on me. He looks above towards me and our eyes meet. And he whispers something that I read,
“You should have chosen to die”
After the park ride date with Hannah, the words by the man in the suit still linger in my mind. Should I die? How about Hannah? How about the money? And I still need to protect PasText’s secret since it brought me fortunes. And I believe my past self does the same.
I have not been myself since then and Hannah knows about it. She thinks I did not enjoy our date. But still, she keeps me company. It feels like I should be ready for something I should be aware of.
VII
Hannah’s on Christmas vacation with her family on a trip around Europe. I excuse myself from joining the trip just to avoid anything that could hurt me. This man in the black and white suit bugs me. Hannah has not been contacting me since she and her family arrived in Europe. There’s no activity on her social media accounts either. What has been happening?
I stare at the locked home screen of my phone. There sits a notification from PasText. “Try Now: Timed Text”
I type a message to send to my past self and hope we’ll be both aware of what is coming. I now understand what he was saying to me. He fears something inevitable.
VIII
The last time I checked my phone was when Hannah left for her trip abroad. No more notifications. Maybe Hannah has been enjoying her family trip. I’m stuck in my room until classes resume in January.
DING!
I almost jump off from the sofa because of the sudden sound from my phone. I quickly check it and hope it is Hannah or my past self.
“You violated the laws. You breached out. We will come for you.—E.M.I.T.”
A lady with many eyes is the sender’s avatar.
I drop my phone in shock, breathe shallowly and feel the throbbing of fear in my chest. I take a peek again at the sender’s avatar, and her red eyes open and burst like red pus manically.
What should I do? My teeth rasp at the sight of it. Doom is coming.
Grabbing my bag full of cash, I hide it in a trap box under the sofa. I check again the anonymous message to see if I can reply or call the sender. But it doesn’t have any option to allow me to do that.
I peer outside through my dirty curtains and am only greeted by the moderate rain on my window. This tall thin man under his blue and white streaked umbrella stands out from the passing crowd. He is standing motionless despite the rain. His feet soaked and blue and white paint flow down from his arms and elbows. He then folds the umbrella and quickly throws it towards my window. I slip off my feet to dodge it but luckily, the glass window did not crack at all. I stand again only to see that the strange tall thin man has disappeared from the crowd.
I check the three locks on my door and bolt and shut my windows to make sure no one will surprise me inside my cave.
Hannah is not here and I am left all alone. I hope I can help myself, really.
IX
Even with heavy rains and succession of typhoons, the electricity in our apartment building has been helpful. It’s already a week before New Year’s Eve. It has been three months since I had PasText. I haven’t gone outside before and after Christmas day. I spend time by ordering pizza and shopping for groceries online to keep my sanity intact. I always check those delivery men who come by my door. I even add another lock and alarm-trigger to my door to check if my door moves an inch, all for sanity’s sake.
Cables tangle through my room and all are connected to my laptop and phone as I try to track the E.M.I.T. I bought a signal detector apparatus from an online store. I assumed the E.M.I.T. could track me on the web so I changed my username to Trevor1001 at least to hide my identity. I even studied installing and creating new software programs just to support my need to track down E.M.I.T. or just to contact and know them.
It has been three days since the last time I checked my phone. And Hannah has not been contacting me since. I try calling her but my signal is jammed from inside out because of the new installed apparatuses. However, if I step out of my apartment to get a signal, I would be easily man down by E.M.I.T. I want to make sure I’m safe first before I go out. Am I really safe?
Two days before classes resume, a retrieval satellite dish is installed behind the curtained window. A radar navigation panel installed overhead keeps track of almost everyone outside my unit. Now, who can surprise me?
Tomorrow, classes resume and I hope Hannah still remembers me. I hope she’s in good care. I miss her but if I turn down my guard, the E.M.I.T. will hurt me. She will understand. I will come to her soon. I will tell her everything.
Should I? Could I? I need to protect her and I should keep PasText’s secrets to myself until things cool down. Only hours away before vacation’s over and I’m still here preparing for something I can’t even see or predict.
X
“I think we shouldn’t win the lottery or even take Hannah for our own sake. I think cheating to pass the major exams shouldn’t even happen. I should have died there on the Never-Ending Lakes. It feels strange but it feels right. But I chose to listen to you because you said we needed to stay alive. Whatever it is coming for us, we will be ready, right? We will face the consequences”
Robert’s timed text reminds me of whom I am before the E.M.I.T. texted me. A genius on its own, Robert had an effect on me. But he’s already gone, along with the dreams of having Hannah or being rich and famous in school. He died already when he chose to listen to me.
His text won’t help me with anything anytime soon. He’s not here anymore and I’m in charge of where and how our lives unfold.
Maybe it’s not about tracking the signal or anticipating any incoming signal to my place. Or maybe it is from the sun, its rays being used anonymously by E.M.I.T to send anonymous messages to anonymous people with anonymous reasons or psychopaths trying to take my money from me!
I look to the window and am greeted by a cloudy sky. The rain is about to fall and people around are readying their umbrellas. My eyes have been sore for almost a week and I can’t keep up staring at an object for a long time. My cave and the only light are from my laptop screen.
I look outside the window and a black winged creature comes down from the grey sky with its beak sharp as a scythe and its eyes so cold it sends a shiver down my spine. I step away from the window in fear but quickly get back up to see the creature again. A bird is looking for shelter in the coming storm. I cannot protect you; I cannot even do that for myself.
My phone alarm goes off and I startle to turn it off. Nothing is a bad dream and a good nightmare. My blanket is colder and it seems the pile of used pizza boxes with its crumbs were feasted on by the rats coming from the little hole on the corner of the wall.
The first real sleep I had in weeks. My eyes feel better and I can stare at anything outside my window longer. I better bring back myself if I really need to get on with this the soonest.
XI
Robert should not have won the lottery. I should not have given him the winning combination. He should not have even won over Hannah but he likes her that much. Passing the exams also created a disturbance to the top exam passers. It upset the balance of who should have been the top of that class. Even if Robert and I love swimming, we stayed away from water. I thought it was a helpful precaution but it didn’t really help us.
Now, they are on to us.
I should go outside my cave and tell those people about what is really happening. I better get ready for school. They deserve to know and I hope this will bring everything back to what they should be.
XII
I walk through the school gates and Hannah ignores me all the way to our classroom. It seems she doesn’t recognize me anymore. What kills me is when she kisses our classmate Natan on his cheek. Natan’s smile almost rips his face with joy and happiness. That should have been me. I keep myself composed because I know I should focus now on what I should do. For them to know what is really happening to me.
By the time I step into our classroom, our college dean and my class adviser are already waiting for me. They don’t look pleased and all it takes is pointing me to the direction of the dean’s office.
“We believed at first that you have been studying well. But, this does not count as studying hard at all.”
The principal showed me my exam papers and all its questions are blankly answered. What could have happened?
I walk back to my classroom and make myself sit on my chair. Everyone’s minding their own business and I search for someone who I can confide to about the things I’m experiencing. At least, someone I can trust. Elle, our class’s top student is not in her seat, as usual. She studies at home and only takes the scheduled major exams and quizzes. I go to her desk drawer and pull it out. A white notepad and a red pen are the only things inside it. I write ‘PasText’ on the notepad. I could have added more if it if not for Natan who just entered the room. I quickly get out of the classroom to not humiliate myself especially in front of Hannah.
My wallet is empty because I forgot to get cash from my stash back in my room. I slide my debit card in the ATM’s card slot and push my pin to check my balance and my jaw drops. Zero to the last digit. I check my pockets and find, other than my wallet, the red pen from Elle’s desk drawer. In frustration, I take a crumpled ATM receipt from a nearby trash bin. I smooth out the piece of paper only to be surprised by reading ‘PasText’ in red ink on it with my handwriting. I check the other ATM receipts from the bin and find the same word and handwriting on all of them. What creeps me out even more when I dig to the bottom of the bin is finding more red pens like Elle’s, like the same one I am holding. This is not as crazy as it gets! I put back the ATM receipts and throw Elle’s red pen in the trash bin.
My heart hurts and my head is so confused. I am almost hit by a car when I’m walking on the pedestrian lane near my apartment building. I look up to an overhead billboard and read on its digital screen:
“Die now and you won’t need to pay”
I chew my nails and blink the image out as fast as I can. The billboard screen continues to televise a local soft drink product. I check on my phone and the PasText notifies me of a new message. I quickly hide it from anyone’s sight and exclusively look at it.
“We come to you or you meet Death now”
Upon reading the message, I drop my phone to a drainage sewer and walk towards my apartment building. That is very clever, Trevor.
But as soon as I walk into the building’s entrance, the old lady keeper of the building tells me that someone sent me a gift box. I grab it from her without telling her anything and walk toward my room. I shut the door behind me and open it. To my surprise, it’s the same ESCAVE phone I threw down the street canal.
After knowing I’ll lose Hannah, my fortune and everything else, I make sure Robert will know through my text and hope to have a conversation, for fuck’s sake.
“Don’t you just believe? Have you changed your name?”
“I still have my doubts”
“How can you trust me then? How can I make you believe?”
“Tell me something about our crush in college, Hannah. I’m sure you know that she’s the next real thing of our true happiness. It’s cool to have a girlfriend, isn’t it?”
“Okay. Hannah’s favorite gifts from guys are strawberry chocolates, a bouquet of sunflowers and a unicorn stuffed toy. That good?”
“Our crush is one, but I’m sure you know, our grades suck. How can you help me with our exams?”
“I will send you an encrypted message that you will need to study for the coming major exams “
“How do you know all these? I think you’re just being desperate”
“I just know, believe me. I think we will need all these”
“All? How about helping me purchase new gadgets and tech-stuff? Can you help me out with that too?”
“Then try the lottery. I’ve had luck there before and hope it hasn’t changed yet. 7-6-2-3-6-7″
“And all of these will matter soon?”
“This will matter. I guarantee it to you. And lastly, stay away from water”
“What’s with water? We know that we love swimming like we did in high school and especially in PE classes this year, right?”
“We want to enjoy our coming fortunes so we need to stay alive”
“Stay alive? We will and we are now. Thank you and now I believe you”
“Don’t tell anyone about PasText, okay?”
“We are of the same mind then, past self. Lol ”
“We’ll make sure of that together. Thank you”
These are to assure the future we should really have. But we didn’t really take care of it. I hope he realizes it soon.
XIII
After the chat with Robert, it takes me a minute before I notice that the installed apparatuses in my room have all been removed. My laptop is as the same as it was before Christmas came. It is sitting on the desk as if it’s waiting for me. The clutter of pizza boxes still occupies the rest of the kitchen space. I sit on the sofa in delirium and spiraling thoughts come to my mind.
What is happening?
RIIING DI-RIIING DIIING!
RIIING DI-RIIING DIIING!
The familiar, now annoying sound of my cellular phone startles me awake, back to whatever reality I am still trying to hold and grasp in my mind.
“This is an automated call from the External Monitoring of Interdependent Technologies. You as user, now known as Trevor, are to be reminded about the Application policies of PasText. This is to keep the information for your present and past self alone, and any alteration on the time and space continuum is a breach on your part. This violation will lead to erasure of contacts and information contained on your present cellular phone. What will remain of that phone’s contacts is your past self’s digits. Kindly remind yourself about this Application policy of PasText. Thank you for listening. This is E.M.I.T., bringing the best to your singular existence.”
My ear hurts after the call and now, all my efforts were wasted. I still hope it is not too late yet. My hands are still shaking when I call Robert to remind him about the Application policies of PasText. That he should read them well and understand the coverage on its user. His callback tone is still the same but I’ve been dialing his digits more than the usual. Maybe the signal’s still jammed here inside my room. I look around and take the pizza boxes and cover my phone with them. I go outside and throw the boxes in a bin. Looking like fixing the garbage in it, I dial Robert. It rings for a while but he just drops the call, on our faces.
XIV
“Are you ready to be picked up, user?”
The E.M.I.T. now wants me to confirm their message. The tears in my eyes and the trembles in my chest make it hard for me to see the light at the end of the day. I can’t give up yet. I don’t want to.
DING! DING!
PasText’s message notification sound and it is Robert!
“How are you, past self? I’m Robert, by the way. Am I really your future? Lol”
No moment passes before I reply to his message.
“Hi, Robert, you’re really my future so you need to change your name, asap”
“Y?”
“Basically, in our capacity, we know geeky things and time is a geeky thing. You may not know now but you will, so Just do it”
“I’m not even sure what you mean. I just got PasText app and I thought I was way cooler before”
“You need to believe me on this. Please. Whatever you do now affects me. I’m your past self. Remember that”
“I still don’t get why I should change my name. And you seem to be worried about me”
“I worry about us that is why I want you to change your name. Can’t you just do what you are told to do?”
“No, I don’t want to. And I thought this was going to be a nice chat especially with your own past self. You give me chills, man.”
“I don’t want to but you need to know. So you just need to change your name. Please”
“Maybe this is just a program that has automatic replies to my own messages. Bye”
In some unknown way, I can’t send any text nor receive from the PasText application. I get out of my room, walk towards the garbage bin and stretch my arms to at least get signal on my cellular phone. Four men in suits approach me and I knew what was going to be my fate.
XV
“You knew the consequences, user,” the judge said. He is wearing a red court dress and sitting on a polished brick-red wooden chair. The courtroom’s black and white checkered walls swallow me whole in its presence.
“I tried to, but Robert didn’t want to listen. If you could just give me more time to correct my mistakes,” I reply while looking down at the silver handcuffs with blue fluid flowing within it.
“You knew Robert was going to break into the E.M.I.T.’s system and unlock the full-feature of the PasText application. We are not still lucky even if he only used the Timed-Set feature of the application,” the judge adds.
“He does not know anything about what he is doing. He should have learned early. I should have told him that.” My tears fall quietly on the white-tiled court room.
“You stand accused of altering the time-space continuum on your own volition, proven with winning the lottery, taking someone who is not for you, cheating on the exams you should never have passed, and dodging death when the time came.” The judge hits the red gavel over the red wood block. I am then taken by guards in silver and blue suits as the handcuffs are taken off my wrists.
A familiar man in a black and white suit escorts me to a room full of capsules and tubes. They contain numerous transfigurations of mathematics and chemistry mixed in physics quantities. A button panel of sort is managed by a woman with a helmet with many eyes. A tall thin man, body painted with blue and white streaks, with his long legs and arms, calmly sits me on a silver chair. This is my inevitable end.
“You know you are the first one, and we will make sure you will be the last. The External Monitoring of Interdependent Technologies really has been a help to mankind. We give you all the things you thought you would never have and even let you access most of it. What you did is against our system and the Natural Order. You should know, we left you all on your own spaces and yet, for some reason, some go out their cages. We would have been happy, really, if you all just keep running on the wheels we provided. Some rats eventually stop liking the cheese we feed them and eat away others ahead and break the rules that govern them. You shouldn’t have even tried and continued. But whenever you persist to free yourself, we will be there, at the end of time, watching,” the man in black and white suit said.
XVI
The man in the white and black suit gives me my ESCAVE phone and tells me what I should say to my past self before I become a time prisoner. I type in the code I know and believe Robert will understand it on our own way.
The tall thin man fastens the belts and straps on my arms and legs. A metal contraption of sorts is put around my neck so I look above against the bright white light. I close my eyes in pain. The lady with many eyes pushes some buttons on the panel and the ceiling above loses its light and the room starts getting covered in darkness.
“You are now just an anachronism, user,” the man in the white and black suit whispers to me.
Syringe needles are pushed into my arms’ veins. A breathing mask is put on my mouth with a mint odor in it, like a fresh garden with green grass and yellowish flower petals. A dream then comes wherein a rainbow in the sky is bright and promising. The sweet taste of chocolate fills my taste buds. The syringes then feel lighter as fluids are pushed in my system.
It feels like a bad dream and a good nightmare.
Epilogue
P_TS
It feels like a half-dream half-nightmare hangover. My head still hurts from a cosplay party last night. Some wore their ‘90s idol duo-band Daftpunk that I hardly appreciated. The usual anonymous text message I received just now blurs my sight on my pixel-screened cellular phone. I can’t seem to understand what it means as it seems to make me understand something.
Last night was really a blast and my friends maybe left me here on my sweat-soaked sofa in my room unit. The overwhelming bright sunlight through the glass window starts my new day. This is a good day, so this is a good life. ☁
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