Photograph by Brett O’Connor
I used to wonder whether I felt anything at all. But how can I be wondering if I have no feelings? The transparent blueness of my very self seems tinged with an overly emotional spark. If I were painted black, I’d be dark, but that’s not the case. Instead I’m transparent – you can see right through me. Wires rush in and out, carrying bits of information that I spit out into bigger forms of communication.
On. Off. I am blue. You are green. Yes. No. Ready – go.
I used to wonder whether what I said had meaning, but who needs meaning when you have information?
Object Relations 
I’m beginning to think we all have too much information these days 🙂
i appreciate how your word play.
I really enjoy reading this from the perspective of the object. I somehow related to the first part which is making me wonder a few things.
YOUR imagery is admired!
Thank-you very much for bringing me here. I must come back and visit longer.
Tara
The last sentence is great!
“I used to wonder whether what I said had meaning, but who needs meaning when you have information?”