His fingers moved over the surface in front of him with almost lightening precision; apparently with a mind of their own. Even as the thoughts crystallized in his head, they appeared on the screen in front of him.. no deviations, the pictures in his head caught and captured even as the hazy image they formed was discernable to his mind’s eye.
A pause. The images seemed to vanish in the wink of the eye. He looked at the keyboard fo the first time since starting the write-up. Unsurety. He looked away.. trying to collect the multitude of thoughts that seemed to form all at once; apparently trying to fill a void.
He shook his head. The idea was lost. Lost in a clamour of voices in his head.. all apparently trying to tell him what they meant.
His eyes closed. Thoughts were considered individually.. and segregated. Even as he leaned back onto his thinking couch.. the mind seemed to fill with drawers, filing cabinets; opening and closing as thoughts were eliminated as unimportant; unneccessary.. or just plain unwanted at that point.
To the external observer, they might be forgiven for thinking that the man was resting.. relaxing; a machine in place of the processes that were running would have burnt out at the speed at which he was forcing the process to happen.
A convulsive jerk, and his eyes snapped open. The idea was back. He seemed to rush to the keyboard, almost afraid that it would disappear again. the fingers flew over the keypad again.. and the thoughts were poured out again…
Done.
Almost in slow motion he was back in the reclining position, trying to see what he might have missed.. no weak links; no holes. He shook his head. No.
He leaned forward. The pointer hovered over ‘Send’…
The door opened.
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You are too cool. For school. So plan 209378413878 can be this: Drop out and become a writer. Just make sure you live in inspiring places were no one can destroy you. Except me, of course. Your Genie is watching over me. Yikes.
February 28th, 2006 at 5:55 am
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