By A.C. Perri
Ah! The present, the slippery eel it is. I avoid distractions—technological time-stealers; impossible not to have them, expensive to keep them. Shambolic, the future seems; if not doing this, that, or the other, I am altogether ending in nothing. I truly miss the last century; time wasn’t as elusive; back then, one was able to accomplish so much more.
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Now, I sit staring at a screen burdened by too many windows open. One click, and I lose everything…Ugh! Maybe I belong in the late Cretaceous period. A T-rex would have an easier time understanding a computer compared to me.
Hello AC,
Stupendous opening capturing mood, and emotion, and the reader’s immediate interest, so the ending was a little let-down for me.
It seems as we expand we retract.
I would say time is indeed a slippery eel. One captured by strong hands, waiting for something else, while knowing altogether the guts will eventually be cut open from them.
That being said, love the tone of this story. It’s though provoking. What is our life purpose if by doing more we don’t actually have time to do anything meaningful!?
” I’m altogether ending in nothing (…) One click and I lose everything…”
Yeah. Sounds about right.
One click and its gone.
But was life ever simple?
Great line, “The present, slippery eel it is.” Excellent depiction of falling into an internet rabbit hole.
Shamblolic. Will be added to my personal lexicon.