little drops

I’m in a rectangular grey room, all echoy-like. I’ve got music to drown out

the sound of rain, a warm dinner, and some co-workers on the other side of the

world who’re waiting for me. Telecommuting, telecomputing, or whatever you

call it these days. It’s the same as it ever was, only more lonely.

Afterwards, there’s food smells drifting up the alleyway from a nearby

restaurant, and a kitchen hand breaking up rubbish to throw in the bin.

All the way home my mind won’t rest – I’ve got 7 routers and 4 switches

all waiting in boxes and such, waiting for me, in my other part-time existence.

Cables and cables and cables and radio and all this other technology – It

haunts my sleep now, it just won’t leave me alone.