05.17.04
Cursored by technology
Working at my screen, I needed to refer to a sheet of paper I have pinned up to my right. I dragged the mouse across the desktop towards it.
As my eyes flickered about the page, I waited for the mouse pointer to catch up, waited for it to arrive somewhere approximately right on the page, from where I could microcorrect it to click on the desired text.
When I’m subliminally disappointed that more of my life isn’t incorporated into computers, I know I need a holiday.