You live and you feel, and you feel terrible.

Because of the trust I have allowed myself to give to you, you are completely forgiven.

Hi, my name is David Estrin and I have spent now two whole days in my bed.

Hi, my name is David Estrin and I have spent many hours dreaming of some person or place or thing I may never see, or never again anyway.

Hey! Good news! You are not alone! You are not ALONE!

I am with you. You are with me. We are becoming who we are, instead of just who we were.

I am your greatest friend and you are my greatest friend and we will be the best of friends.

We will be the greatest team, for a small portion of the time we will both be, independently of one another.

You will help me sleep, you will sneak around my dreams, with a different face, with a new and somewhat more interesting smile. You are the feeling that you give to me. Nothing more.

Whatever I perceive of you is what you then become, for me.

I choose to give you super powers. You now have them. You will come to my rescue.

Your name is not important. I will give you a new name, I will call you "potency" or "desire" or "crutch" or "love" or "me"

You will become whatever I need you to become. You only exist for me, because you only exist within me.

"Message expired or not found" said David's telephone. I did however see a photograph of a cat and a man. I know that cat well, and I know the man too... somewhat less intimately.

I am slowly ruining one life while slowly putting together another one. Both of these lives belong to me, even as I feel incredible distance from them. I may just have something worth living for, in the works. Maybe not. Maybe not. Maybe not. No need. No need. No need for such pessimistakes.