Somebody, Somewhere.

Somebody, somewhere, is banging her toe against the foot of a table, laughing and crying at the same time.

Somebody, somewhere, is forcing himself to eat spinach because his grandma is watching him lovingly.

Somebody, somewhere, is cheating on her husband for the first, and last, time.

Somebody, somewhere, is going back home from work.

Somebody, somewhere, is starving to death.

Somebody, somewhere, is getting married.

Somebody, somewhere, is having sex because he feels lonely.

Somebody, somewhere, is vomiting because of an over-consumption of alcohol, yet again.

Somebody, somewhere, is embarking on a two-year tour around the globe.

Somebody, somewhere, is winning the lottery.

Somebody, somewhere, is losing his job.

Somebody, somewhere, is giving birth.

Somebody, somewhere, is doing the dishes, sobbing and trying to forget her black eye.

Somebody, somewhere, is being raped. She will be murdered too.

Somebody, somewhere, is baking a birthday cake for his seven-year-old daughter.

Somebody, somewhere, has been playing a video game for the past twenty-four hours.

Somebody, somewhere, is sniffing cocaine.

Somebody, somewhere, is actually speaking with the girl he has been infatuated in for the past three years.

Somebody, somewhere, is discovering his passion for the piano

Somebody, somewhere, is dreaming she is dreaming.

Somebody, somewhere, is watching a DVD with her boyfriend on a sofa, wrapped in a comforter like a burrito.

Somebody, somewhere, is going back home after twenty years of absence.

Somebody, somewhere, is making a life-changing decision.

Somebody, somewhere, is raping a woman. He will kill her too.

Somebody, somewhere, is reading the newspaper, comfortably seating on a swing, tutting.

Somebody, somewhere, is writing a poem to his dead lover.

Somebody, somewhere, is swimming with a Galapagos turtle.

Somebody, somewhere, is losing a friend because he did not apologise.

Somebody, somewhere, has just found a lost letter on the ground. That letter will never be sent.

Somebody, somewhere, is entering the Highlands of Scotland, stunned by their beauty.

Somebody, somewhere, is learning Magyar because of Sàndor Màrai.

Somebody, somewhere, is taking a blood test for HIV.

Somebody, somewhere, is taking a picture of Machu Picchu.

Somebody, somewhere, is presiding over a family dinner. They are thirteen, all holding hands.

Somebody, somewhere, is feeling the Southeasterly wind on his face, steering his ship on the Pacific ocean. He is smiling.

Somebody, somewhere, is sentenced to life imprisonment for acts of barbary.

Somebody, somewhere, is discovering a piano genius.

Somebody, somewhere, is bribing her way up the ladder.

Somebody, somewhere, is hoping to find the answer to the origin of the Universe.

Somebody, somewhere, is considering suicide as a way out.

Somebody, somewhere, is having a sane, right-on-the-dot bowel movement.

Somebody, somewhere, is hiding from Interpol.

Somebody, somewhere, is pulling a net full of glistening fish onto his outrigger canoe.

Somebody, somewhere, has just mis-sent an SMS to the wrong person.

Somebody, somewhere, is witnessing his dreams being shattered right before his eyes. He cannot do anything to prevent it.

Somebody, somewhere, is calling his oncologist with his heart pounding in his chest.

Somebody, somewhere, is eating her apple-a-day.

Somebody, somewhere, is falling in love.

Somebody, somewhere, is writing a complaint letter to KFC.

Somebody, somewhere, is lying on his bed, masturbating, thinking of his Maths teacher.

Somebody, somewhere, begins to believe in a God.

Somebody, somewhere, is ostensibly picking his nose on the bus.

Somebody, somewhere, is becoming somebody, somewhere.

Somebody, somewhere, is telling a story to her grandchildren, by the fireside.

Somebody, somewhere, is listening to Beethoven's String Quartet #14 in C sharp minor, opus 131, first movement “Adagio, ma non troppo e molto espressivo” and having goosebumps.

Somebody, somewhere, is eating spaghettis, standing alone by the kitchen sink.

Somebody, somewhere, is stealing secret information for the benefit of a nation.

Somebody, somewhere, is copiously insulting his car which has just broken down. He thinks he is going to miss his plane, but he will not, due to an unusual delay at the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.

Somebody, somewhere, is contriving an explosive device.

Somebody, somewhere, is stepping into the Sistine Chapel.

Somebody, somewhere, is caring for someone.

Somebody, somewhere, is weeding her garden, rain or shine.

Somebody, somewhere, is downloading music illegally.

Somebody, somewhere, is unearthing the femur of a dinosaur.

Somebody, somewhere, is at the centre of a pentagram, calling out the demon Sephiroth.

Somebody, somewhere, is cheating at an examination. She will fail nonetheless.

Somebody, somewhere, is becoming a slave because his mother is a slave.

Somebody, somewhere, falls prey to the end-of-the-season sales in GAP.

Somebody, somewhere, is bleeding to death on the pavement, run over by a hit-and-run driver on a pedestrian crossing. The green light for cars has just turned red.

Somebody, somewhere, is crossing his fingers and eyes, entrusting his fate to hope.

Somebody, somewhere, at the exact same instant you read this line.