Traveling was easy back then, when you fly on a plane, go on train, or take a car. However, this kind of traveling has you two places at once; the other half is like a hologram, very developed and produce, that I’ve personally made. I’m sitting in my room yet I’m in San Diego, California. My image is there, I can move objects to get through, like opening doors, having a cup a coffee in my hands but I can’t feel the breeze or the taste of food, I can’t even touch people. Here I am and I feel in love with a man who doesn’t know anything about my existence. I always distance myself from him. Is love more than just a simply physical touch? All these lies pilling up and I don’t know where to begin to tell the truth …or should I tell the truth? Well here’s my story.
