3. The miraculous glided through the room and lifted me up. It gave me a certain kind of knowing. At some point, the lonely realize that they aren't alone. We are like babies laughing. Then, our hunger cries. We pause. Then, catch our breath in liquid mega pixels. Curiosity feeds our instinct and we crawl to an oasis. You can't tell me that what I see isn't real. [click] [send] However, people typically seem unaware. They don't seem so courageous either.
