Every time you came up in convo, it made me genuinely excited to return to your big, smoggy arms.
That time when no one asked what your weekend plans because Mon-Fri just wasn’t a thing. They asked you what country you were going to next.
Let the waters rise and overflow, and woe unto thee who wears light-coloured pants!
With good VR, there’s no battle between the conscious mind and the senses. It just was, and I was there in it.
Seriously, what the fuck is this shit? I woke up looking like I spent the night face-down in a pizza.
This whole generational mist has led to an entire new industry: decoding millennial behaviour. Something’s gotta give.