Technology connects our feelings, as never before, through invisible wires
But what happens when those wires become your own prison?
The flavour of a lost love... Someone who ones was
You want those wires to be cut, as much as left the way they are, so that you won't feel lonely
But you are alone, and your loneliness wants to be tasted
Trapped in a four walls screen paranoia
Counting days, hours, minutes
What time is she doing what? Does it really matter? Why does it matter?
When did you last check? when did you last check? when did you last check?
You can't help it
You're stuck in this meaningless circle
And it's all you got left...