How The Ghost of You Clings

When I was a teenager I outlined a black box play about someone logging into an unused account on a vague Internet forum and having increasingly longer conversations with the last person on their joint interest forum while simultaneously walking along old, archived conversations that played out like ghosts in front of them. At the end of the play, the last person logged off and then never logged back in again. This was around the time livejournal got bot-ified and I lost contact with a ton of friends. This is also the summer right before I would move away for college and had no plans of returning back home. 

Anyways I still don't know how to write a play but that shit was indeed fire.