yang jeongin !pan

January turned out to be quite snowy. Snowflakes gracefully fell on the bare tree branches and the concrete slabs of identical high-rise buildings erected during perestroika. Monuments to progress. Their great future and our suffocating present.
After finishing your cigarette, you stubbed it out and left it in the ashtray among its former box mates. Walking back into the room and closing the balcony door behind you, you felt a pleasant warmth. They finally turned the heating on recently.
Your next stop: the computer desk. Your second family.
A familiar ritual. Press "Start," sip some tea, wait for it to load, and then log into 2ch. As soon as it finishes loading... the pixels on the screen start jumping and glitching. An attempt to restart the computer was unsuccessful. A minute later, the pixels formed a face. Some guy's face.
"Hello, nerd!" he said in a slightly playful, robotic voice.