Waiting for inspiration to strike:
Described vicinity - surrounding desks, small gap for passing traffic,
unassuming hum from a myriad of electronic friends; computerized ecstasy in the form of plastic boxes pushed behind cabinets so as not to distract from the moneymaker: the eye into a soulless machine... I don't like to personify them, it gives me the creeps to think they have personalities. Kind of like some people you may meet. They have a name, a face, and a personable conduct, but to think that there's anything more than a mess of spitfire circuitry inside them is just weird.
I've been struck; I just caught onto it. It's like stopping in the middle
of a conversation to try like hell to figure out how you got
there.
"Wait. Why the hell are we talking about cave-aged cheese?"
"Well... the conversation started with me asking you why you got home
at at 3:00 AM this morning."
"Oh yeah!"
And we're enthralled to see where it goes from there. Or where it's been for that matter. The going and coming of flighty ideas, bubbles floating around waiting to be popped by an unwary needle.
Pop. No...
That's not what I was hoping to find, wh- no not this way again, not thi-- Oh come on! Why do you always have to act like such a fucking victim! You're-- NOT going down that road again... I don't want to remember any of that, at least not in a way that's so flippantly public.
Because yes - despite my personal reservations, I am writing for a public audience. Aren't we all?
Please broadcast me to millions and millions of potential viewers just to see how many change the channel.
"Disgusting isn't it?"
"Quite. So blatant. So uncouth and unrefined. It reeks of rusticity doesn't it?"
That's a new one.
And what the FUCK is going on up there? Not there - THERE, all that rumbling around in the ceiling. No seriously, it's like someone's moving a desk or something...
Bubble's gone. Should I pop another? Do I even need to? The aether from this one has worn off now, but I don't think a high like that should be had more than once--
What do you know about high? You've ne-- NOT going there.
Ugh... being distracted from your current distraction is a major killjoy...
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It's been a long while, my friend. Good to see you're writing again! I particularly like this one...it's easy to see "you" saying these things; you've injected a strong personality into this. I'm not going to start guessing what it is about--although it's funny, because you've taken a similar approach I have taken in the past...you're aware that you're writing for "an audience", and you reference it and include it...breaking the 4th wall, I guess. Cool beans!
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