A story about ioerror
Since Jacob has moved to Toronto, we have never actually met. We’ve spoken online, but twice now I’ve arrived somewhere and heard “OH! Jacob was just here.”
I think there is cosmic force keeping Jacob and I from meeting.
Perhaps, dark matter?
Perhaps the first time that we do meet, the fabric of space-time will rip.
Oh yeah, he takes really hot photos and one day, I’d be honoured to be in one.
