From Prelude to Interlude~

I have got to stop writing these things in the middle of the night. I've been frittering my time posting, reading manga, and continuing my very long, drawn out move. It's almost midnight again, and if I try to cover all the events leading up to Ben and the Rooster in a Towel, I'm never going to sleep. Not to mention that my self esteem falls asleep and I have to mentally stave off the zone of freakiness.

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Scanned

I hate the buzzing hum crawling over my ears. The corner of my eye catches the slow flash of the tube towed past my page, gingerly committed to exposure. It's a bug zapper. Hatred crackles over my cringing sketch, because the box wants more than just a copy. I'm scanned. This word; this thing; this cultural virus infiltrated every part of my life. My groceries pass over the unblinking eye, and my reading is caught up to its pace. It might be love, turned to something strange. After all, I was delighted when it gobbled up my pictures. I didn't notice that all it gave back was hard plastic; meaningless without returning to its ilk. It embraces me at every airport. Closer than a lover, it sees me off at every gate and checks my luggage too.

Perhaps I should give in, lay my cold cheek on the hot glass and let go. I may have already and only think that I am not captured; static.