Sans Terrabyte
Bathed in a dull blue light, the soft spinning of the hard drive does no longer registers to the screengazer. Like a marine and his weapon, or a Baptist with a bible, the screengazer and computer begin to resemble each other in kind; for the latter it is aesthetic, and the former, kinetic (the movement over keys, the accessing of data, mentally processing and creating new search criteria…). So, there, hunched over the screen, she watches, she learns, she laughs, she lolz. All the while this song plays in the background.
