Longo post tempore

I consider throwing my new laptop out of the window, for it to chance its electronic arm from the thirty-third floor, because it’s of more use to me as a kite, than as a computer, today. I resist the temptation, and watch “You’ve Got Mail” ironically, because I patently haven’t. The delusion of being settled disappears with the internet connection. What I thought was a crutch, to make walking easier, turns out to be an exoskeleton, to make walking possible. Then, the magician from INTEL comes, to restore connection and sanity, and I’m not even allowed to offer him a cup of chai.