I don't know what's real. I don't know what's not real.

Limited Capacity is a collection of six darkly amusing stories about the mysterious ways we interact with the internet and with each other.

There's something going on with him. It's like an act.

I don't trust him. What?

You're staring at me like I should say something, but I don't really know what to do here.

That's the whole name of the game. Don't talk about how the town isn't real. You understand?

Limited Capacity. A veble now on CPC Listen or wherever you get your podcasts.

This is a CBC Podcast.

You're listening to Alone, a love story, and I'm Michelle Parisi.

Chapter 11. Hold it together.

We become our own wolves.

It's January 2013. Here I am. Alone in my apartment,

6 p.m. Eating a fried egg and having a drink. A darkened stormy.

It's become my signature. Imagine me just one year ago. I didn't even drink at all.

And now I drink so much I have a signature.

That's progress, baby.

Let's do some more inventory, shall we?

I'm 38 years old. I feel like I've lost everything. And therefore, I believe I have nothing.

Sure, I own this apartment, so that's something. And I have things in it.

And a cleaning lady I've never met who comes every two weeks and cleans it for me because somehow I can't.

I used to clean an entire house, top to bottom, a house I owned with the husband.

Excuse me, the ex-husband. But now I can barely keep 900 square feet clean.

...