Cooling my heels, healing the sick parts of pc’s. Crawling around on the floor getting wrapped up in wires and blowing dust off as I entangle myself in the mess that is my mainstay of remaining in contact with the world of friends and literature and technology.
How very dependent I am on these things. I don’t know how, I am sure, to talk face to face anymore.
Very soon, very, very soon, I will be ready to make the transition.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology