Camila + Haruki

I called Camila all week from the Tokyo Digital Health Services holofloor, but she never picked up.  She didn’t even have an AVM (auto virtual message) set up anymore on her EMOS or as a last resort, her social security number universal messenger, which was weird.  I became increasingly neurotic.  Her cryptic final declaration, her mysterious silence, and our dissoluble distance—it all freaked me out.