It’s going to take a while to redeprogram myself from the influences of not only my youth but also the youth of those who’ve gone on before me.

The time on my upsidedown clock shows BO:I.  Oh boy!  No, I boy (or was one once).

Should I get over the boredom of sitting in front of a computer writing software, compiling, correcting errors, etc., that began in my youth and died a quick death in my early adulthood?

After all, tens of people are sitting in front of a computer designing new skyscrapers, living out the wishes of some dreaming builder (or building dreamer — take your pick).

My obscurity is well-deserved, a writer not panning for gold, just finishing off a few leftover tales from a feast of visions, nightmares and meditative states.

Time for a break!