day 1.

H: 1:17am, my fingertips, glued to the keyboard. and paused.

H: 1:17:56am. I drifted from one place to another. Out of 11 lamp posts I was seeing, one bulb was fused. Drifted back to the monitor screen.

I: There is nothing around. I can't look out of the window.

H: Out of the many loose hair on the floor, about 83% are mine.

I: There is a place called Vence, beyond the coastal Rivera. I imagine.

H: 2:11am. Blood on my gums.

H: There is little to wish for. Little to dream about. Little to remember about.

I: Were you there when I bled to death?

H: No dear. I'm still alive.

I: Cows are dropping from the sky.

I: pardon me, what is the time?

H: Shhh.

I: The rain stopped 3 hours 23 minutes and 12 seconds ago.

I: I can't count split seconds.

I: I can't measure myself.

H: Shh.

H: I feel separated from myself. Is it you dear? At the door?

I: Rest in peace. My friend.

H: I'm not dead yet.

I: I flipped to a page on the book I am currently reading.

H: It's already 1:25am.

I: I pointed towards a paragraph.

H: It's already 1:23am.

I: There. These words: 'It seems to me that it takes almost a lifetime to recuperate from such an attempt'.

I: My fingers are back on the keyboard.

H: I will not leave my place. I will not.

I: Swiftly, I wrote.

H: Who goes there? Is it you, my dear?

H: Everyday I think of you. Everyday.

I: It must be 3:23am. Now.

H: Should I write: ' "It seems to me that it takes almost a lifetime to recuperate from such an attempt'".

H: Hope. It begins with H.

H: How long is a lifetime?

I: I pretend nothing happened. In order for that to happen, I have to pretend that there is such a thing called nothing.

I: Willie fillie dillie tillie dillie sillie zillie

H: Who understands her?

H: I lost my virginity when I said my name out.

I: I am never alone.

I: I...I still feel lonely.

H: Haha.