Accident Prone / Off the Tone
I remember running between computers…
Sometimes you’re doing a task in your computer. Then suddenly you have to use another comp u.r.g.e.n.t.l.y. You find an empty cubicle, turn on the comp, and realize that you had left your fingers at the keyboard of your own comp. You hurry back, collect the digits, go to the other comp, realize your eyes are dribbling on the floor, and that somebody just tripped on your optic cord (talk about somebody being on your nerve).
All the while, your brain’s dizzy with the frantic, bouncy pictures registered by the retina. You hurriedly pick off the staple pins from your cornea, re-wet your contact lens, and pop the orbs back in… before realizing that you put them in wrong holes. You then ask somebody to pat the back of your head to pop them out, and although you deftly catch them in your palms and put them in their respective holes, your left eye is put the wrong way round so that you momentarily glimpse the puffy brain sitting amorphously inside your head. You rearrange the left eye, and, as an extra measure, you staple your eyelids to your forehead (thereby recycling the collected pins) and paste a generous length of cello tape over your eyes to keep them in place, but taking care not to run the tape over your eyebrows (coz it hurts when you take it off).
You finally sit in front of the other computer. Then you realize you need to go to your computer i.n.s.t.a.n.t.l.y. You rush to your desk... and you realize that you had left your digits at the keyboard of the other computer. Plus, the tape has already started peeling off coz your eyes are now watery. And when you get to the other computer, the person is already back in his seat, and you see your fingers deposited in his pen stand… But you see the person also has a cello tape put across his eyes, but his left eye is put the wrong way, so that the iris is facing the inside of his head… you begin to smile, solaced by the confused look on his face… it’s not only you after all.
You start to laugh uncontrollably…
Sometimes you’re doing a task in your computer. Then suddenly you have to use another comp u.r.g.e.n.t.l.y. You find an empty cubicle, turn on the comp, and realize that you had left your fingers at the keyboard of your own comp. You hurry back, collect the digits, go to the other comp, realize your eyes are dribbling on the floor, and that somebody just tripped on your optic cord (talk about somebody being on your nerve).
All the while, your brain’s dizzy with the frantic, bouncy pictures registered by the retina. You hurriedly pick off the staple pins from your cornea, re-wet your contact lens, and pop the orbs back in… before realizing that you put them in wrong holes. You then ask somebody to pat the back of your head to pop them out, and although you deftly catch them in your palms and put them in their respective holes, your left eye is put the wrong way round so that you momentarily glimpse the puffy brain sitting amorphously inside your head. You rearrange the left eye, and, as an extra measure, you staple your eyelids to your forehead (thereby recycling the collected pins) and paste a generous length of cello tape over your eyes to keep them in place, but taking care not to run the tape over your eyebrows (coz it hurts when you take it off).
You finally sit in front of the other computer. Then you realize you need to go to your computer i.n.s.t.a.n.t.l.y. You rush to your desk... and you realize that you had left your digits at the keyboard of the other computer. Plus, the tape has already started peeling off coz your eyes are now watery. And when you get to the other computer, the person is already back in his seat, and you see your fingers deposited in his pen stand… But you see the person also has a cello tape put across his eyes, but his left eye is put the wrong way, so that the iris is facing the inside of his head… you begin to smile, solaced by the confused look on his face… it’s not only you after all.
You start to laugh uncontrollably…
Labels: allegorical, experience, hysterics, reverie, strange thoughts
posted by Milan at 2:12 PM
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