THE HORROR

computer parts strewn at my feet in a darwinian-cum-technological fervor

THE HORROR

carnage strewn at my feet like so many third party candidates sitting around, useless and in existential crisis after a presidential election

THE HORROR

the old keyboard knows that the warm touch of my approval has gone

THE HORROR

it lays about, it will grow cold and damp as it shuffles to the secondary and perhaps even tertiary level of this hellhole I call my room

THE HORROR

the new printer is the evil twin of my first year printer, now long discarded

THE HORROR

it rests in an attic hundreds of miles away, with not even a spark of interaction between itself and other discarded electrical whatnots

THE HORROR

it is offered no consolation as I plug in its evil twin, and it too feels that twang of pain through its electrical cable as twins often do

THE HORROR

THE HORROR

THE HORROR