Malik came in from Washington to hook
my laptop to the network: “This will ease
your access to the e-mail server… Look!”
A Windows® message popped up in Chinese.
I left him tapping and I took a walk.
This kind of thing’s been happening for years—
the “simple” fix, the crash, the techno talk…
When DC gets involved, it ends in tears.
I bought a deli sandwich down the street
and found our currency, again, retooled!
“It’s got a purple ‘5’— I think it’s neat,”
the cashier said. I don’t. I’m overruled.
It’s entropy. Perpetual decay.
The only choice you get is “click OK”.