heart-rendering
in 3D across from me sits a lady dressed in black she is on a mac. in the distance, at 12:05 sits a man with a scan in front of a fan. i rock back and forth with a pearl-white netbook that has the look of ipod, not odd, the base is the same case. in the air there, earnest music distributes itself from a laptop shelf. the bass boost level is over the top, as you'd expect in any shop. the man walks past me with a blackberry clutched in hand, he's not saying much. rain outside and another laptop arrives with beret, hipster stir. nothing goes on in america, we steal your wireless mr and ms linksys for our own business. i get email and reply, i see 3D right now, it seems crawling in the room, out of the womb. ready for action my arm moves away from the face, away from the face, into space. i can see my hand at a slightly greater distance for instance. turning my head, the display seems to play, there are other things to see in 3D. the sound follows me, will follow me, bad music around the corner like a lurking sojourner. closing my eyes puts my scan into sleep mode, i hibernate next to the road. i know no good will come from this, i look down, frown, my finger lingers over a key, see? the key with the question holds me in rapture, it's a contraption. philosophy is one as well, a contraption holding no one in thrall, we're here that's all. a moment to lament, the 3D lady has gone away this rainy day. "The often atrocious circumstances of our struggle made it possible, in a word, for us to live out that unbearable, heart-rending situation known as the human condition in a candid, unvarnished way." - Sartre _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
