>>2558594I need to talk to Akira. I hadn’t been able to sleep for almost three days. There was a certain numbness spreading from my head downwards to my feet and through my spine, an odd combination of detachment and alienation with whatever it was that I was feeling. And the laughter still slipped across my lips and out into the otherwise quite abode, scattering through the shadows in small waves of chuckles. I needed to share this with somebody, and luckily it didn’t take long for Akira to reply. The little chat box lit up in the lower right of my screen; I clicked it quickly to read his response.
“Hey. Yeah, sure. Always. What’s on your mind?”
I couldn’t answer immediately. I stared at the hordes of pixels fluctuating in the electric light that shone towards me, the only source of light in the room, contrasted by the shadows and hazed purple lights that pierced through my window. My apartment situated downtown, and the soft rain the caressed the outside of my glass window sparkled as the beams of neon flames pulsated outside in the bright midnight city. I needed to start getting these thoughts off my chest. So I only wrote:
“It’s a lot. I’m not sure how long this is going to take.”
Akira replied almost immediately.
“Take your time. I’m here.”
“Have you read Kierkegaard or Berkeley?” I wrote.
“I have not.” He replied.
