All the bits and all the bytes that fly through the air into de modem and out through a million servers and cables across kilometers. The dancing electrons that make it possible. The chemistry than makes these fingers move and has made these neurons know and feel. Every single atom from the beginning of times; every p that has implied every q that in turn implied another p. Every little thing. Forever. All so that I can sit right here for a couple of seconds and say unromantically, unspecially, uninterestingly
that I miss you.
Tengo la sensación de que antes sabía escribir la falsa añoranza mucho mejor. En cambio ahora...
Tanto para tan poco. Está cabrón.
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