The ceremony was so low key, no blood, no promises of loyalty or devotion, just some images on a screen and the clicking of a mouse - yet it is daunting, will I learn to love/hate/ignore/obsess over?
Pixel power is perplexing for a mind nurtured on pencil, ink, paper. I miss the response of the mark making, the forgiving nature of the paper, the blot, the crossing out, folding it and putting it in my pocket... Now my electronic umbilical stretches out across space to deep wells of knowledge undreamt of and remaining just out of reach until I have mastered the cool logic of command and execution.
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