I'm coming to you this evening from my room mate's laptop. Why? Because my own two-thousand dollar Macbook pro is incapacitated, the victim of a freak occurrence on highway 69.
It was shot 4 times in a drive-by incident
Actually, I found that with a quick Google image search. The truth, while drastically less interesting, was no less tragic. It went a little more like this.
Regardless, my life has reached a crux of desperation. Everything I once took for granted is gone. My world has been reduced to neolithic solitude. My only companion is my ipod, but still... the dwindling battery life works like a death clock, counting down to his demise and my moment of complete isolation. In this state of being, I can only bring myself to listen to one song anyway.
So here we stand, my Ipod and I, sharing our final moments together before it dies and I can't bring it back. I try to look back, to see where it all went wrong, and I can only come to one thing. I was always too careless, not just with my Macbook but with every electronic device I'd ever had.
My phone had been dropped, crushed, beaten, thrown, smashed, soaked, and lost so many times that one day, it just decided to stop working. I always hated it for that, but I guess I was too harsh. I went through a couple PS2s in my youth, always blaming it on faulty design. At some point, though. It's just not a coincidence anymore.
I never realized how much of my world was crammed into my Mac until the day it was gone. All of my writing, all of my music, lost in a digital purgatory that I can't even hope to understand. Not to mention my schoolwork. I will say that I owe my college education to Dropbox.
Ah, my dear iPod. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Technology seems like such a wonderful thing until you're forced to be without it. Then, you realize that living your life dependent on electronics and virtual entertainment is foolish and fragile, especially considering the likelihood of something going wrong. I'm nothing without my technology that I've taken so much for granted. It came into my life as a messiah but left it like a crutch. Somewhere along the way, I forgot who I was... maybe Carr has been right all along.
As much as I feel lost and unconnected, a part of me feels free. As I stood there with my iPod in his final minutes, I noticed so many beautiful things in ways I hadn't before.
It's a beautiful world we live in, why do we choose technology over it? Why do we gather in the millions to watch cats use poor grammar or some idiot looking at a rainbow? We should go out and find our own double rainbow. Maybe we'd see that he's not as crazy as we thought.
Alas...
Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
3 comments:
this is brilliant.
I agree!
Ditto!
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