my monitor, a metaphor and me

Used to be, my computer monitor was as clear as a noble intention. The colors splayed across its screen solidly and vibrant pixels spilled like hopes and dreams.

Now it's fidgeting, lines sprawled in places they shouldn't be. Cracks and streaks run across what's left of vision, a wrung out shell of expectations barely keeping up.

The onus of recovering is great, the job tritely demands the simple execution of heavily invested interests. A screen shuts off and turns on again. It blinks, takes its time, garners the strength and, slowly, momentum burgeons forth.

My monitor would like some pizza now, and maybe some beer.