January 30, London
… individual user posts scrolled across the screen. She had a moment of rest from work, a small break between one activity and another. That's when she escaped to Twitter, it's her way to escape from her thoughts. To escape, at least for a moment, from the thoughts of what was, what is and what the future may bring. So she looked through these posts, some less carefully, others more carefully. Especially when one of them interested her. She clicked "Follow" on the most intriguing ones, and it was rare for anyone to reciprocate...
…she doesn't remember how many times she liked someone's profile and clicked "Follow" today. Maybe two or three times, maybe more times. She [...]