Raincoming.
I am talking to my sister Jacqui whom I have not seen in 15 years, on Faecesbook.
Even through the virtuality of Cyberia talking to her fills me with such happiness that even the rain collapsing on the dull, grey, concrete world outside my office, seems beautiful.
Even through the virtuality of Cyberia talking to her fills me with such happiness that even the rain collapsing on the dull, grey, concrete world outside my office, seems beautiful.