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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Scrap Six: Sanskrit Following instructions was never your most well developed skill. Surely, at some point in your life, succeeding must have been something you did, but any shred of personal honor had long since gone the way of Sanskrit - heavily studied but antiquated and irrelevant. For now, it appeared that your destiny was to live the hollow shell of an intelligent human being - whoring your intellectual capacity for the peanuts they called wages. Strangely, that comforted you.
Your advisor said you were a crusader and always had been. He, of course, advised you against this path. He claimed that, since he met you, he'd seen a change - insisted that you were stubbornly determined not to unleash your potential. (Words like "potential" always brought visions of violence to mind.)
Absentmindedly, you tapped out the world on your keyboard - enjoying its soothing click-clack.
P-O-T-E-N-T-I-A-L
An errant bit of chocolate chip cookie slid between the K and the L as you struck them together accidentally.
Once upon a time, you watched this word glaring back at you from a blue Word Perfect screen and the same suffocating feeling overtook you. Some might have seen this as a reassuring sign of humanity. You, on the other hand, jabbed at the backspace key with your pointer finger and watched the world - and it's implications - disappear.
Feeling far more exhausted than you had in months, you reached fro your lighter and drowned out the nights glow
posted by Kay @ 2:44 PM
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