FaceFic

It started as a whim. He had found this limit, and it rankled. He knew which numbers made sense and which were just pulled out of thin air, and this was clearly the latter. But still, with chaos comes potential: what could he do with this? Another whim gave the idea a place to live. Soon he found he was not alone. What could come of this? He made room in his bankbook just in case he got filthy rich, then: back to it.

She turned off the TV, and closed the news websites. Most of it should not be classed as news, just second rate gossip. The rest of it was depressing and repetitive. There is a crisis, we know! The bubble had to burst at some point. Thanks for pointing it out, again. She found solace in the one medium that was providing her with real entertainment. Scroll past the obvious procrastination, to the vivid 420 characters.