THE INBOX TRENCHES
THE DIARIES.
Somebody typed that. Read it back. And still pressed send.
6 diaries · Fictional launch stories are labelled individually.
DMs Opened
“Can we circle back to us in Q3?”
He sent a calendar invite. For a situationship.
Six weeks of talking. Zero dates. One surprisingly well-formatted meeting request.
Reply Hall of Fame
“You’ll never find someone like me.”
“You’ll never find someone like me.” Correct.
That was, in fact, the entire point of leaving.
Audacity Awards
“I’m just not great at communicating.”
A seven-minute voice note. To say he’s “not a talker”.
Sir, that was a podcast. There were chapters.
Shame On Me
“Why am I in a caravan in 2014?”
I accidentally liked his mum’s holiday album. From 2014.
Shame On Me: a story of curiosity, poor thumb control and a very long scroll.
Field Notes
“Hey stranger. Been a minute.”
He unearthed the chat after eight months. “Hey stranger.”
A minute? Civilisations have risen and fallen.
Audacity Awards
“You can’t put a price on this personality.”
He asked to split the bill. Then invoiced me for “banter”.
Watch us. We have a spreadsheet.