Tuesday, 17 March 2015

the intoxicated essayist

In a state of inebriation... a drunken plodding replaces smooth keystrokes.
Fingertips jab at the keyboard.

A determined, deliberate plunking of keys transcribing splintered ideas.
Plunk, plonk, plunk, plunk, space bar, plunk plonk plonk, punctuation mark.
[Followed by a feeling of smug superiority for remembering to insert punctuation.]

Validation of ego—that’s all drunken pc usage is.

Then, the curious evaluation the morning after—one is either humbled or emboldened by the words filed the night before... And not a little thankful that it was saved it as a document, versus sent out as an email or blog post.

Breathalyzers should come standard with these machines...