I'm out on the balcony; I like it outside — it's the only time I get to disconnect from the chain. The digital world behind me now seems to be so far out of reach. The persistent notifications ping my phone; I wonder about how easily it could slip off the edge.
But I'm not like my phone, I couldn't be replaced.
Would he notice if I just stopped replying?
He would never know
I can't decide which pastry I want. What consumes just a few moments feels like an eternity as I weigh my options. My phone pings again, I'll just get both.
I have a business to run.
I hope it's him.
Fuck, what am I thinking?
I'm always online; it's hard to take time off. My hands are tied to the board as my eyes move rapidly across the screen. I'm reviewing his code; we're ready to deploy.
"Let's fork it," he said.
I feel nothing. It's done.
Back to work, it's just another day.