Here is another excerpt from a book I wrote in my early 30s. It’s a sister-post to another I reblogged recently called ‘The Screen’.
I have an appointment with the computer. Every night nearly. It is waiting. My chair. A one man seat. My accustomed place that allows me to view everything that I feel needs viewing. Once again there is music in my ears. Songs which I downloaded are now playing on my crummy speakers. Some go in one ear and out the other. Some stay and keep nagging me because they come attached to some memories. Some so strong they nearly bear a family resemblance. They don’t come out until I’ve hummed them out of my system. The online chat and beer flow in equal quantities.
Then MSN went quiet; it may as well have thrown me away. I was overtaken by a feeling of frustration. I had to wonder what was happening to me. I stared at the live camera image of myself and saw reflections of my own dull torn…
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