Echo desired nothing more than to drop off the grid; she wanted to remove herself from a labyrinthian network of relationships, dramatized romances, and malcontent sermons of the white-suburban teen.
A step back, so that the important things might reappear. It had been so long since she had truly known what was worth chasing after.
She wanted to breath.
And so she shuffled out from under her bindings of necessity, ducked beneath a thin, silver leak of actual merit, and grasped with both hands the doorknob of the only portal out of this place.
She slipped out into a mundane reality.
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I like it very much! It seems to offer a healthy dose of perspective on the digital, social world (unless I'm reading this very wrong). I'm curious as to what you meant by 'mundane reality'. Is that how Echo perceives it?
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