chronically alienated 14 year old 4chan poster who typed out "Was nixon /ourguy/?" on a beautiful summer afternoon in july of 2013, the sky searingly bright & free of clouds - he felt like he could look up, & see forever, stretching beyond the horizon & into infinity, before looping back around into itself again. his father and mother were both away. alone in his room on the second floor, and from his window he could hear the cicadas in the garden. his fingers tremble slightly as he finds himself having to build up the courage to press enter. he's not sure why. it should be easy. this should be easy to do. it didn't used to be this hard. he needs it to be like it used to be