Today has been one of those days where I find myself falling into my old habits from a lifetime ago. I used to spend hours on the computer everyday, writing lesson plans and researching activities for my class. I'd check my email every few minutes and had an account on every social network I could think of.
I used to carry a tiny computer around in my pocket. It wasn't that long ago, but the idea boggles my mind now. I can't even fathom what it was like to pick up the phone and call whoever I wanted whenever I wanted. Now, they may as well be ...
I was going to say "dead," but then I realized that might very well be the case.
Anyway, this old PC has been a comfort to me today. The internet is still there, in parts. Most of my old haunts went down with their servers, but weirdly this blogging site still runs. So does Twitter, though I can't find anyone who's updated since the disaster.
It's been soothing clicking around on the desktop, pretending this computer is mine, and the real world is waiting for me as soon as I turn it off.
I've found some interesting fragments on here. This lab has a checkered past-- looks like they did animal testing here at one point, which explains the giant pile of rusty cages out back.
John wants me off, I've been using a lot of generator fuel today. I'll update tomorrow if anything happens. If nothing else, this is therapeutic for me.
Certainly it's not helping anyone else.
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