A person passed away. He was eight years younger than me. He had lots of friends, but I wasn’t one of them. I had only met him once, and I suppose the meeting wasn’t too impressive. It also wasn’t unimpressive. We played opposite each other in a single scene of a short film, in which I pretended to be annoyed by his presence in my apartment. I wasn’t annoyed in actuality, though.
Death and Social Media
Death and Social Media
Death and Social Media
A person passed away. He was eight years younger than me. He had lots of friends, but I wasn’t one of them. I had only met him once, and I suppose the meeting wasn’t too impressive. It also wasn’t unimpressive. We played opposite each other in a single scene of a short film, in which I pretended to be annoyed by his presence in my apartment. I wasn’t annoyed in actuality, though.