Computers And Robots And The Evening Sky

The computer at work tried to eat my brain by supplanting my data entry with its own brand of crazy, and then, once I and a co-worker had finally balanced out the real with the insane, the world greeted me with this ridiculous 1960s Spider-Man sky. It felt apocalyptic.

evening sky

I felt as though I were submerged inside some greasy film à la Orwell's 1984, and I half-believed that cyborgs were among us. Or at least near me. You should have seen that woman with the Frankensteinian mullet teased out like a fur hat above her ears.

holy crap sunset

I said my hellos, and then bid some adieus, and then I went home to rest up for another day in front of that blasted computer.


Because that is what it wants.