Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Logging In/Out

pusillanimous (pyoo-suh-LAN-uh-muhs) adjective

Lacking courage; timid.

If you stop, if you just stop for two seconds and close your eyes, you will hear the ghostly buzzes and whirs of our machinery as it ticks and percolates through time. This constant current running to plastic-cased hardware--low-level high-rises, condos full of data memory--pierces the air like phantom whistles. You, your body, responds: this listening to the purrs, the sudden changes of tone and pitch, the fabricated background music of existence, forces a physical, alien, conversation between the hidden eyes of these machines and our over-worked fingertips.

Somehow, during this whole unspoken discussion, a new taste emerges. Your tongue, its tip, soaking in an unknown development--a wetness, a dryness, a familiar consistency--that doubles with each pulse. First: not enough to know. Then: too much to stop. Is it blood? Are you cut? Is it batteries? A leak? Is it metals, or is it cells?

Remember, there's no murder in shutting down.

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