They hacked us, you know that. It’s all over the news. Now, normally a company can get through this, but we’re a cyber security company. Can you appreciate how bad that is? We’re hanging on by our fingernails. Who knows? Maybe we’ve already fallen off a cliff and I’m still trying to grasp on to something. I’m a failure.
I’m gonna be more normal now. Maybe Shayla could
even be my girlfriend. I’ll go see those stupid Marvel movies
with her. I’ll join a gym. I’ll heart things on Instagram. I’ll drink vanilla lattes. I’m gonna lead a bug-free life from now on.
Did you hear that? I can’t believe it. Is it really happening? Fsociety finally over. The recent glitch in the otherwise neat reality I created over the years. I’ll never slip up like that again. I’m gonna be more normal now.
sometimes i watch mr robot and just sit in awe of the cinematography. most shows are just filmed simply so you can see the characters. mr robot has movie quality cinematography. the lighting. the negative space. like wow.
When you look closely at
the seams between order and chaos, do you see the same things I see? The
strain, the tears, the glimpses of truth hidden underneath. Why do they
fight so desperately to mask what they are? Or is it that they become
who they are when they put on the mask?