Possibilities; A Letter in the Month of May
I am writing to you in the first week of May. Perhaps my diction is not as refined as you might expect, for which I beg your forgiveness. (PC: Melodic Driver; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1099230221570406166/) "Tethered to this existence, days pass into nights and nights into days. I scroll through the perfection captured on your wall—the moments you share, showered with thumbs‑ups and kind comments. I see possibilities of connection but get lost in the numbers, realizing you will never address my genuine reactions or clumsy queries among the crowd of strangers. I tried—and I have failed—to fit your world view. Yours, perfected over years of social interactions, has evolved from a private account into a high‑resolution chronicle of adventures that seem only yours to enjoy. I used to adore; now I simply click “like” like everyone else. I am a blurred spectator, quietly following your new posts and milestones. Weeks and months pass. I have added and deleted many, and many...