At this moment, someone else is listening to a weird mix of eighties music and Coldplay on Spotify. Someone is writing about me writing this about them. Someone is desperately trying to figure out something else to say, because they’ve got nothing else to say. Someone is thinking that it’s kind of boring that the exact same things are happening in two different universes, but they’re too lazy and/or tired to think up something else. Going along this same line of thought, someone is just getting off of a long three-day weekend and has no desire to do anything. Someone just wrote a sub-par paragraph for some weird essay bracket thing. Someone just had to retype a few sentences because they read over them and they made no sense. In a larger picture, someone’s world is possibly standing at the verge of catastrophe. And someone just needs one more word.