i dropped last night my phone precisely into a glass of water as i finished watching a documentary on Jeff Tweedy. i immediately pulled it out, turned it off, and spent the next hour in triage. i left it at work, under the watchful gaze of a fan.
i knew i would know nothing 'til the morrow, and i watched my reaction that night - how much emotion i have invested in that tiny little plastic rectangle. i imagined turning it on and finding it alive, but much like a stroke victim or head trauma survivor. whereby the 4, 6, 8 and 9 survived, but the 2, 3, 5 and 7 were only quasi-functional. all my beautiful prime numbers diminished into a the uncertainty of Heisenberg. and the 1 entering as 0, 0 as 1 - a binary Bizarro world where digital determinism is turned on its head.
the phone returned to life today at 10am, uninjured.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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