Hey there, it’s me. I hope you’re well.
To make a long story short, my device suffered catastrophic hardware failure. GPS chip is fried and the main transmitter won’t lock on to transmit data. I had to use another in the meantime.
Unfortunately, while swapping to a new device during a backup, I lost your chat log. Including your number ID. The temporary device I was using did not save nor port over any information whatsoever. When I tried to get in touch with you where we originally met, I found that you deactivated your presence there.
I am now in the conundrum that I cannot contact you in any way whatsoever, no matter how much I want to. And believe me, I do; I’d love nothing more than that.
This is on top of you actually having the last word, asking me a question. A question that I said I’d put off till morning and answer you in good detail, once I got my device working to where I wanted it to.
I’m fully aware it does look like I left you hanging and have not answered your inquiry. And for that, I sincerely apologize. That wasn’t my intention, never was. I’d love to answer your question, and continue talking to you.
That said, you can reach out to me. You still have my information that I’ve given to you, and have artwork I shared with you with addresses to this website and other places (a by-product of watermarking my work). Long story short, you have every tool to reach out to me. This is up here in case you do end up here, following those leads to your curiosity.
This wasn’t on purpose. Life has been unfair to me in a few ways, and this is a byproduct of this. I wouldn’t have this for you to find if I wanted to vanish.
Just like comm arrays point out to the cosmos, I’m here, and listening. I wish you the best either way.