So shiny and clean. I open it for the first time. It starts a setup routine and assures me that it will guide me through the process. We battle over how much of my information I will share. Electrons going this way and that. When I win, the laptop tells me how unfortunate it is that I won’t be able to do the things it thinks I should do. When the laptop wins, I feel that a piece of me is gone. Not literally, of course. Wait. How many fingers did I have when I started?
“I love what I do and one of those things is writing.” – the writer