[derefr]

Felt a lot like a Radiolab story, somehow. Maybe the weird melancholy of the "I still feel that I'm your friend, though you're not mine, and that's alright" note it left out on. Strikes a similar emotional chord to, say, knowing someone with dementia.

(That, and as a writer, it really kind of makes me want to see the "intuitive narrative conclusion": the blogger and the victim becoming real friends. But it's left without that resolution, because that's what life really is like.)