October 9, 2011
Soft glowing lights illuminating arched fingers clicking keys and making love to the words. Music screeches in the background like a child crying in the next room. An awkward taste in my mouth and a cell phone vibration in my head. I cannot. Answer. If only I found the key, if only I found the lock. Digital companionship is sines turned to squares - what we lack in specifics we recoup in absolutes. The elimination of incandescent waste. Certainty lies in finite possibilities - no one colors half a pixel. Moving parts are a thing of the past. The baby's silent now.