Ah, the cyberspace abyss,
you’re here. Again.

Outmuscled by the night,
but you know this dance.
Your thumbs remember the steps.

Is there anything more relaxing,
more tranquil than your dissociation?

Drifting down the endless stream of knowledge,
or so you think.

Oh, look at that cat!

No, wait!
Is that cake?

Oh.
It was real.

You thought you guessed right that time?

HELP!
Another war-torn country.

What are you doing about it?

Nothing, I presume.

Is that apprehension I’m sensing?

Sorry.
Here’s a funny clip from that TV show you love.

Have you considered your attachment style?

You seem like a cute, anxiously attached girly.

But don’t worry.
There’s a cure.

Here’s everything you need to do
to be securely attached.

Stop freaking out!

You’re doing well.

This is a time of rest, remember?

This is peaceful.

This is peace.

Ah, I think the dawn calls your name.

See you soon.

Or not.