Futuristic friendship are falling in the network of cybernetic relations through a keyboard and a monitor and are real as can be.
It is not a question of time because it is not reversible. One can only give a hand so many times before the person decide to drown.
When I was younger, I thought that my night terrors were usual. I thought that my overactive imagination was a curse.
I thought I was abnormal and didn’t fit in anywhere. I didn’t know I was living with anxiety.