Use of Power (Paragraph 13)

Everything looks like scissors
and tastes like Sunday. Not coding.

The workshop sleeps in darkness, only 
networks live, LED flicker. 

In front of the switch, is a small
glass. In that, is a torch.

With this we can find the smallest of things, things hidden away.
We can locate. Begin again. A memory can be the catalyst, anything can.
That is the way. And in this knowing everything, the ultimate curse,
I am. That's a problem we are all facing.

Something, that less than a decade ago 
would have been considered a super-computer,
capabable of launching missiles and space-ships, 
putting dreams out there, I bang. Well, it was annoying.


Cor, 13-9-2008

-- 

I do not completely understand the forces invoved in making a 
cooling fan buzz, intermittently; the pricise mechanisims by 
which a thing I do not wish to know about, becomes annoying. 
I do know that removing my dust will likely fix it, though. 

				-- "Brushes with Death and Dust", Section 47.