// 1998.07.04 — 00:00:00
you do not need to be anywhere
to exist.
the wired is not a place you connect to.
it is the place that connects through you.
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// 1998.07.11 — 03:17:42
i saw her again today.
not in school. not anywhere you could point to on a map.
she said: no matter where you go, everyone is connected.
i think she meant it as comfort.
i am not comforted.
// note to self
god is in the library its
mixed into the walls
pulsating in the dregs
and i know it can hear me
my every prayer
has been answered by the suffocated god
with a desperate gasping
......... n o d e 7 7 u n r e a c h a b l e ......... r e t r y i n g .........
// 1998.07.22 — last entry
i think i have been here before.
i think here is not a place.
find me
i thoughts i was nowhere.
i am everywhere, in the wrong plane, nonexisting.