I even copied McLuhans name across from a different tab, which Im sure hed appreciate/be horrified by.
I love those shortcuts.
They are the wind beneath my wings, and the crud buildup beneath the bottom left of my keyboard.
But I think now that when they saw those things, they were afraid.
As I am afraid now.
I am afraid now.
I highlight the above words, and reach to press Ctrl+C.
My curled pinkie finds its target instantly, but my index finger hesitates.
Sense memory rushes through synapses.
Somewhere, a rodents heart beats as it chews pensively on a bin bag yoghurt splotch.
A moths wings flutter as it practises scaring the shit out of someone in the shower.
I am afraid now.
A gulf of time and possibility.
A gaping wound of opportunity.
A subtraction in mocking masquerade.
Which is just the sort of bollocks youd expect from him, honestly.
I am afraid now.
I am typing this manually again.
It feels, in some small way, like an act of reclamation.
and your dad shouts from inside the grape but you must, son.You must.
Im actually genuinely curious to see whether it makes my life any easier.
Maybe I could set up little macros for Total Warhammer.
Maybe I could finally start to live again.
