A Sad Girl's Memorial

This is Girl speaking. I recently travelled to Edinburgh. The feeling I got from the trip, was rather different from the impending doom in Paris. I felt alive, like I was still in hibernation but knew I would be awakened soon.  Escapism is what it was, to the storybooks I envied as a child. Castles in the green meadow. Friendly cows waiting to be greeted in the highlands. Medieval pubs and gothic streets. It dawned on me why authors found themselves inspired by such place. Still, there I was, unable to think of anything to write.  Or, I had ideas, impressions, all sort of things that I wanted to get written down somewhere. But when it all came to it, when I held my pen at last, I found myself to be empty, or perhaps… I was just so full, had so much in me, that it needed to stay there, inside, in order to not tarnish the beauty of living.  Who knows… Here I am, still unsure of what to say, what the next paragraph will contain. I went there to meet my friend, one whom I met...

This is Girl speaking. Time. What is time? I have never been one to ask this question. I do tend to be intrigued by pretty much anything which is beyond human comprehension, but for some reason, time just never had the appeal.  The dilation of it, the relativity of it, it is all things I learned as a child, and then I went on, accepting it without actually acknowledge what it meant for me, the ways I would be limited by it.  Well, apart from when someone would bring up time travelling, that is. To the future, to be exact. After all, only movie directors travel to the past, and they always do it wrong, fail to understand basic concepts. I would look up to the nightsky and wonder how far I would dare to go, sitting in a ship, watching familiar faces pass by and turn to stardust, knowing I could never go back and wave a farewell. No wrinkle smoothened out. No candlelight unlit. There would be no reversal. Perhaps not even an earth to return to. I could, in the span of a few secon...

This easter, a collection of uncanny pictures taken of Girl, was uncovered. Legend has it, that her spirit never left the woods, that one can hear her cries in the rustling of the leaves. 

 This is not a drill! Today, 1st of April 2026 at 2:21pm, a live video of Girl was broadcasted in an old man's ruins. It came with a piece of text: "hand reaching out for girl stuck in screen." One suspects that she just revealed her current location for the public, but where may it be? An abandoned house at the corner of the earth? Across our galaxy and into a new on? A dimension, or realm, beyond our perception? Or as close as your nightstand, where you keep your phone?