It is comfortable
in the dark
glowing screen
whirring hard drive
spinning fan
eyes burning
fingers tapping, clicking, scrolling
This is my environment
the cocoon that forms
when there is just me
and information
and a GUI.
This is where I go
searching for the world;
this place where I am
so hidden from it.
I send myself out in
bits of information,
lines of text, photos,
sound bytes
and I know that it can
never be enough
that only touching
the world can
satisfy the hunger that
grows from absorbing so much
of it through these
magic little contraptions
of plastic, glass, silicon, and metal
no seeing, no reading,
no listening could ever be enough
only touching
only being
only leaving this
comfortable cocoon
will ever be enough.
narinda heng 