Pensamientos

It groans, it moans, it disconnects my words. I curse its fickleness and bemoan my dependency on this damn machine. Like a beautiful woman, I can't live with it or without it. How I've lived for so many years without this technological miracle amazes me. I want to kill my computer and once again feel the wind on my face and listen to the silence of the natural world, but the addiction to cyberspace is stronger than coal-tar heroin. I'm at its mercy. It connects me with a world far too interesting to abandon. For two days now I've been offline with glitches, and I sense delirium tremors quaking like a 7.0 richter-scale earthquake throughout my body. I'm back online and my fix is soothing me now! :-)