Sitting here since Tuesday afternoon, two boxes of computer guts. Itchy fingers want to dig right in and so I let them just to play around in popcorn like an archeologist discovering the bones of some great dinosaur in plastic wrap.
Exciting yet the pall that’s cast its greyness over all insists on landing here as well. It’s been a while, a couple years since I’ve built one from scratch. Afraid to take that first step. What if I don’t remember how? Then all I’m left with is two boxes full of parts.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology