The
living city, she’s having a tiff with me. Every time I blink, she’s changed
something. Trying to throw me off-kilter. She doesn’t like that I’m staying
put, I don’t think, but she’ll simmer. Best way to deal with tantrums is to
ignore them.
She
tosses this little café this way and that way. Went to the washroom once and
came out to find pieces of the floor were falling away, into black. Shadows
fluttering in the corners, but I’m comfortable enough. I haven’t had a computer
in forever. Let’s say, in my time they certainly weren’t light enough to hold
in your hand. I can spend hours in front of it, and the power source never
depletes. I have worlds at my fingertips, now, and you can’t get lost with the
world in your hand, now can you?
