To connect something to another brings us warmth. The shared continuum of energy from one thing to another allows life to flow. Through my long hours of harnessing energy I had hoped that this would lead to a life of constant fullness and security. Unfortunately, this was just a wish.
I recognized it long ago when I was first attached to a computer outlet. Although I recognize the sturdiness and solidity of the machine, it’s the connection to the other electronic devices that makes me shudder.
Camera’s are the worst. They bombard me with images that I rarely care about like:
Selfies from girls who are too young to be showing large amounts of cleavage.
Blurred photographs taken out of car windows of cityscapes and beaches.
Cats conducting imaginary symphonies with their paws.
Printers are also an unreliable source to have a connection with. They often break down, leaving me to deal with their messy productions. A Brother recently stuttered to me that all he does is print legal documents all day long. At first he tried to understand their meaning, but when he found none – his life became a broken compilation of misunderstandings mixed with boredom.
When I was finally connected to a mini hard drive, I knew that I had taken on too much. The baggage that came with the information was unbelievable. Unwritten stories tangled their way with high school photos that had been lugged from one computer to the next. An endless collection of Kraftwerk and Front 242 hit me with a wave of nostalgic sickness.
After finally becoming worn out, I am respectively giving you my 2 week notice. I hope you can find another connector who has more to give in the future.
– USB cord
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