about life inside your computer.
It’s a lovely place to be, really. I’m not ‘whelmed with messages from the Internet. Your computer is a nice buffer for me. I get to read what you write on its own merit — each piece one at a time, at my leisure. No feeds get to where I hang out deep in here.
Sometimes, it’s even quiet.
Inside your computer everyone’s words look the same. Every name is simply a bunch of letters. Buzz words and marketing messages don’t impress a CPU so they don’t bother to invade these spaces.
But your conversation sings and echoes.
That’s my favorite part of being inside your computer. When I least expect it, you’ll send a message my way, and I’ll get to be part of a whole new phrase of imaginings and ideas. Excellent thoughts happen then. Once in while, they stay long enough that I think to share ’em. . . . when I don’t forget to remember. Sometimes I forget, because the next thing I just as interesting as the last.
Life is very cool inside your computer.
I sure like being part of the business of your life.
Thank you for having me.
