Since the end, just two weeks have passed. He has spent those days to gather patiently to gather under a serene and severe pain, fragments, parts, files, photos and more photos, songs, non-public assemblies, the private
photoshop. And with the talks, the words constant, daily messages, that constitutes their entire history, theirs, one that waits to be closed, hidden landscape that even direct contemplation of which damaged him.
At other times in the past, the process would have been to capture a large box. In filling of shells, pebbles,
cassettes, letters and more letters, a lock, drawings, some negative. But in this century, those hundreds of megabyte
s in a virtual folder, is the sole and complete evidence, the silent witness that they had managed to overcome two formidable distances, they shared a range and a space, all what had actually happened.
For while, Wendy Kroy
swiftly away in a car.
It remains to open the drive, the tray. Pour in plastic that a load is not heavy. Zeros and ones. Wait a few minutes, then guard it for life. While deciding what color to award. Not black, definitely no blue (she hated it), or consider the target. Is the orange? Perhaps the red ... Not convinced, are not appropriate. Too conventional. The recorder continues in the meantime with their rhythmic sighs. And the emotional Russian roulette
random, capricious, shoot "
Rocket Man" at close range, a song before, when Elton John
was cool, and they framed their first meetings. Then I understood. Fuchsia. Intense, extreme, beyond the rose; exceptional and mesmeric, but which is harmful to be exposed for long periods of time.
So, having decided, place a sheet and prints a flat front panel. Unit CD stops its stupid rumble and sticks out her tongue. Carefully setting each part in place. And she taught him not to believe in coincidences, not surprised to recognize in the final result of the identical twin
Loveless. How appropriate. Smile, and the calligraphy pen on the disc about the same interpreter, replacing the need for the almost identical three letters of your name.
Only then, he feels ready to put it all in his modest rack.
And among all the other colors, that shines, harmful and radiant.
Just over a year, the Cabinet entered into a countdown of twenty posts, after which this place, and with it a server, so self-destruct and not fade again be seen again. That was the theory. But, as you might guess, their assumptions proved false. 
