Log In

I sat in the media couch with a lazy sigh, spoke out loud, with my recently raspy voice:
- Log In
A short smooth beep alerted me. Ready for Log in. I thought of the color Deep Red while singing my password to the melody of Nintendo's Mario Brothers. All in my mind, mind you.

The machine understood.

A pleasant welcoming tone greeted me to my hub.

I wanted to catch up with my email. I imagined the Email image supplied to me when i originally registered. The Wii III's scanner was quite accurate as I heard an ethereal tone welcome me to my inbox.

I enjoyed listening to my emails spoken through the voice of Marilyn Monroe while thought-watching the latest news with olfactory sens on. Cracked open a beer.

It's nice treating your senses as separate information channels. If properly meditative, multitasking is achieved at great payoff in terms of time and experience.

I turned on the 360 Dome Projector. The chair automatically adjusted to my point of view and i thought of a blue play arrow to start the show.

Passed out, or so i found out later from the chair's life-system monitoring cell.

Deer in my Garden

I saw them tonight in their daylight = our dreamlight, eating the loan, surviving by keeping us close and never out of site, yet in another dimension, here but there. Not now but then. Surviving us is a right of passage into the future. Hopefully we will never meet again, even as we consume the same fruit from the same tree.

Our loss is their loss. Our loss of direction. How can we, possessing of written memory, micro-technology and hyper-perspective, forget them so quickly?

"District 9"!!! Aliens being bullied by humans! Not a new story, really. It's what probably happens when you call your exterminator.

But we are caught in the spiral of time, us along with them in this twisted predetermined chaos, predictable yet unchangeable, watching them watch us eliminate them, eliminating ourselves.