5th January 2011
Pain! in the head. Ouch! out of bed. Scrambling through a tangle of wires like a scribble attack. Eraser, and fire. Scrawled, perspire. “We push! on! through!”
Buttons – amusing. Keys – enthusing. Switching ports back and forth at raccoon speed. “127.0.0.1!”
Gasp.
“255.0.0.0.”
“E.T. Phone home.”
Ringing, ringing, Not a voice on the other end. Scratching, rustling, fake pen on paper, Movements across a flawed liquid crystal display.
Hit home, Drop the unnecessary baggage. Pick up what’s needed, Infinite connections like a constant supply of water, Use it while it lasts.
“Down for everyone or just me?”
Just you.
Move it.