Author: The Deranged Writer

Yes, I wear a mask sometimes. You can call me Dewey. Absolutely deranged, below-average writer.

XLIX: Notes to Self XXVIII / Song of the Moment CXV

Today is the start of a heavy, personal week for me.

Because of that, tonight, I don’t want to be introspective or cheerful. Tonight, I want to be both.

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XLVIII: Exchanging Digital Letters

Instant messaging has to be one of the greatest modern inventions known to man. Despite the distance, one can now easily message someone with a few clicks, and the recipient can reply in minutes or even seconds. I send “How are you?” to someone, and I get “I’m good! How are you?” right after, and we can take it from there.

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