November 9, 2003
She pushes herself mentally and cries out in frustration in the screaming agony of a dusty brain. She could sit and watch the pretty colours float across the screen of anothers thoughts of expression but instead she chooses her own. She abstracts the world around her in playful dark crayoned ways and forces herself to learn the tools of technology. They dance across her screen and pull the hairs from her head, they float across the words of books and scattered printouts around her and clutter up her hard drive. For each new program learned, there are hundreds more beckoning.