It’s you I really want and your image that I’ve sought, yet I find myself saying, I love you, to my screens. Classical frescos in digital relief. I thread myself between the pixels I keep of you, looking out as if I’m still living in every moment. I wonder if you do the same, stare at my simulacra and elicit emotion from derivative data. One thousand words per picture, ten megapixels minimum, what I wouldn’t pay to see the flesh again. But I’ll stare, swipe, click, say, I love you on screen, and hope you know what I mean.

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