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He sits in a dark room staring at his computer screen as pixels change color radically from white to black. It’s 2am and he needs no need for sleep. He feels nothing except his purpose and that is to finish his work. A tall desk lamp is all his light, more and it’ll compete with the screen making it harder to read, less and the keyboard will be harder to aim for.
He doesn’t know why he’s here or what happened to him that sent him here, in this place at this time, while someone is looking at him. Music in his ears, the silent firewall in entertainment mode, all is silent and distant to him. If anyone would breach his little private world he’d probably jump his chair… Yet he’s not totally lost in that Universe. He can still feel thirst, hunger, and a related myriad of emotions but they’re all being channeled towards his goal.
“I’ll have a drink just as soon as I finish this” he says in the middle of the night in the silence of his head…
But he knows he can’t stop. The simple flow of information has totally paralyzed his ability to desire anything. He knows that if he allows himself even to blink he’ll simply collapse to the floor out of fatigue, that’s why he keeps working. Relentlessly typing on a keyboard, following the words on screen making sense to him and only him.
He’s searching. He wants something.
A message on screen informs him he has to search harder if he’s to actually find his answer. Suddenly, like a rupture from reality, his eyes roll left. He notices his desk. Wow… It looks absolutely devastated. Microphones, mobile phone, credit cards, pens, coins, DVDs, pills, little pieces of paper with more or less sensitive information simply lying around… however there’s a nice space around his keyboard and mouse so he can work. It makes sense so he returns to his work.
Click-click-click into the night. Key by key the story unfolds, he sees the screen filling with all sorts of ads and gay messages. A flickering light by his side, as his mind goes else where, to the reason he entered this frenzy in the first place. It’s a dream, a hazy look of a slideshow of pictures going really really fast in his mind. But he can stop them, and he can see her… She’s beautiful, isn’t she… Well she is to him and that’s what matters… Song in his ears makes him stop the ticking momentarily. A song about trust, about love, about all that he needs and misses. People always think they understand what he feels and what he is. Why do people always ignore your real self falling for the simplest image of you pointed out to them.
“shit, I’m falling asleep” he says, quickly grabbing the Coke bottle and talking a considerable sip and blinking warily.
Focus. FOCUS… ok, so if that only returns this much, then what he’s searching for is that… all becomes one, characters are that close from simply free-floating on the screen… his head spins, he yawns hard, he wobbles on the chair and well, it’s too late now…
“not again” he mumbles as his head finds pillow room on the keyboard…
His consciousness is fading quickly but he manages to click the save/send button one last time before he collapses completely. And world turns to black… Sounds all mix into one, harmonically humming… All touch is as one and becomes none… And he can’t remember the next lyric, was it like, “one, one, umm one what”?... and he slips away into the land of the unbelievable…
[[End Of Part One]]
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eydryan
He sits in a dark room staring at his computer screen as pixels change color radically from white to black. It’s 2am and he needs no need for sleep. He feels nothing except his purpose and that is to finish his work. A tall desk lamp is all his light, more and it’ll compete with the screen making it harder to read, less and the keyboard will be harder to aim for.
He doesn’t know why he’s here or what happened to him that sent him here, in this place at this time, while someone is looking at him. Music in his ears, the silent firewall in entertainment mode, all is silent and distant to him. If anyone would breach his little private world he’d probably jump his chair… Yet he’s not totally lost in that Universe. He can still feel thirst, hunger, and a related myriad of emotions but they’re all being channeled towards his goal.
“I’ll have a drink just as soon as I finish this” he says in the middle of the night in the silence of his head…
But he knows he can’t stop. The simple flow of information has totally paralyzed his ability to desire anything. He knows that if he allows himself even to blink he’ll simply collapse to the floor out of fatigue, that’s why he keeps working. Relentlessly typing on a keyboard, following the words on screen making sense to him and only him.
He’s searching. He wants something.
A message on screen informs him he has to search harder if he’s to actually find his answer. Suddenly, like a rupture from reality, his eyes roll left. He notices his desk. Wow… It looks absolutely devastated. Microphones, mobile phone, credit cards, pens, coins, DVDs, pills, little pieces of paper with more or less sensitive information simply lying around… however there’s a nice space around his keyboard and mouse so he can work. It makes sense so he returns to his work.
Click-click-click into the night. Key by key the story unfolds, he sees the screen filling with all sorts of ads and gay messages. A flickering light by his side, as his mind goes else where, to the reason he entered this frenzy in the first place. It’s a dream, a hazy look of a slideshow of pictures going really really fast in his mind. But he can stop them, and he can see her… She’s beautiful, isn’t she… Well she is to him and that’s what matters… Song in his ears makes him stop the ticking momentarily. A song about trust, about love, about all that he needs and misses. People always think they understand what he feels and what he is. Why do people always ignore your real self falling for the simplest image of you pointed out to them.
“shit, I’m falling asleep” he says, quickly grabbing the Coke bottle and talking a considerable sip and blinking warily.
Focus. FOCUS… ok, so if that only returns this much, then what he’s searching for is that… all becomes one, characters are that close from simply free-floating on the screen… his head spins, he yawns hard, he wobbles on the chair and well, it’s too late now…
“not again” he mumbles as his head finds pillow room on the keyboard…
His consciousness is fading quickly but he manages to click the save/send button one last time before he collapses completely. And world turns to black… Sounds all mix into one, harmonically humming… All touch is as one and becomes none… And he can’t remember the next lyric, was it like, “one, one, umm one what”?... and he slips away into the land of the unbelievable…
[[End Of Part One]]
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posted by eydryan at 2:11 a.m.
