Is it possible to love your computer too much? To have gone just too deep into digital space and to have the equivalent of a near-death experience of your very cyber-cells? This morning I turned on my computer and saw this:
It definitely takes me someplace. I’m on the beach with that childhood beachball, I’m in the market sifting through ikat weavings, I’m shredding every letter from every love from the seventh grade on and cutting them into strips, a condensed collage of regret and what-if.
With my main screen down I was forced to catch up on the Huffington Post on my high-functioning Droid, where I accidentally clicked on the UK version. There the headline banner is the arrest of Khadafi’s son; the US front page is the return of “Arrested Development.” But one wouldn’t want to read too much into this…..