I’m lonely read the message on the screen. The cursor blinking away I can see you in my minds eye as you look at your screen waiting for me to reply. I hesitate to answer running through the possible ways to respond and the next message after that. I don’t know where you are, what state of mind you’re in, I have no context no social cues other than that one sentence to go on so I ask instead “What’s the antidote to that?”. Because my…