A Series of Events 2: The Other Robbery.

Sitting at my table, with my attention elsewhere and my trusty cellphone snuggled in its 'scream' painted cover at my side, i looked into space.

little did i know my cellphone had been abducted.

now, im not one to give up on such a thing... looking around the table, rounding up friends to help me and, most trippily, watching a replay of everything i did on the camera.

unfortunately, we could hardly see anything... .

retracing my footsteps was my best option, but after a long mission, i was not able to reach my destination, my phone. 

hours later i sit here, reminiscing. how life is cruel.

running out of money, and now i lost my cellphone; my ONLY mode of communication.

the house phone is risky, i dont want some to know whats up.
i only used msn when i was younger.. now everyone has moved on to 'facebook' and im the only one left fighting the tide...

its my only option tho... if, of course, i want to stay in touch.

my other option would be just to go with the flow.. talking on the cell too much is bad for the brain anyway... right?

the final option? work.
work = money = new cell...
but its just not the same, ive gone through so much with that thing.

i have sent it a text message saying 'if you find this phone, please call back and we will make a deal; im not sure if thats exactly what it was but it sounds right.

hopefully, a message will return.

until then, I will be hard to reach... but maybe its the start of something new?

PN:

I have decided to carry on an art project i had in mind involving radiohead;
If i carry through with it, i will update this page.