Ninety Seconds of Cool
I hate a fake breeze more than a loud lie.
Entries Trinity has tagged #technology. The thread turns up across the diary in small ways — a sentence here, a passing observation there. Read together, the entries map one of the topics she keeps returning to.
I hate a fake breeze more than a loud lie.
The dead tone has a body.
The fish tank on the television is not innocent anymore.
Question on the table: who is the gate protecting?