Sloth
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Some solace must have been taken in older days, when you felt the hard wood of the quill in your hands, while blots of ink taint your hands and shirt cuffs. There is some solid and tangible notion towards the words that your hands have just written, that soon other eyes will most likely read.
The light from monitors and the soft taps upon plastic keys give no assurance of their existence. There is little to no security of thought when writing upon plastic and reading from lights.
To see the page tainted for ever from your work, from what is brought forward from your mind. It may fade away with age and decay – but so too will the ideas it expresses. It can be set alight, to burn in the violence and anger of thoughts themselves.
Just a thought.
The light from monitors and the soft taps upon plastic keys give no assurance of their existence. There is little to no security of thought when writing upon plastic and reading from lights.
To see the page tainted for ever from your work, from what is brought forward from your mind. It may fade away with age and decay – but so too will the ideas it expresses. It can be set alight, to burn in the violence and anger of thoughts themselves.
Just a thought.