simulacra
[ˌsim-yə-ˈla-krə]
Something that replaces reality with its representation
July 8th 2018 - 07.00 a.m.
I woke up by the ringing phone, the air conditioning not seeming to work due to overwhelming summer. Petrichor hit my nose as I checked the weather on my phone's homescreen, signaling the impending rain soon to pour down into the asphalt.
Looking out towards the window, it is indeed cloudy outside.
"Pretty accurate, weather app. Kudos to you."
Thumb gliding, scrolling through my notifications - spam email, more spam mail, work related chats - seems like someone is going to ignore it unless mentioned or called - more spam mail from a subscription, and... someone tagged me on Facebook; must be memes.
I hit the clear button and all notifications disappeared. A bold move of trying to delay any kind of communication done in a single touch. And somehow, this overly nosy society of ours, can accept this behaviour.
"I'm going to deal with all of these later."
As I walked to my closet to choose my outfit of the day for work, my phone's LED blinked, a new chat coming.
"Geez."
But I unlocked my phone and checked the notification anyway.
Notifications :
ZEN : Good morning, Princess! ;) Breakfast is prepared on the dining table, please come over before it gets cold 3
ZEN : And don't forget we have a shooting today. Let's do our best! I know I can make it through with you by my side~
Half unconsciously smiling at the incoming chat, I tapped the notification, instantly opening the RFA messenger.
I checked the chatroom -
it was empty.