No matter how many tasty water droplets, I will not press that lever.
Memories of a stubborn cyberrat. A virtual psychology assignment from the ol' days. An exercise in behavior modification using rewards, and a virtual rat. The rat presses the lever. The rat gets a drop of water. 'My rat' seemed to laugh at the water-rewards, taunting me by proudly licking its genitals.
I did not backup my hard drive, again. [pictures of] Years and years, Friends and friends, places and places, gone. Words [documents] of work, school & soul. Daddy warned me. I'd already been burnt. Daddy reminded me. I did not press the lever. I did not 'back up'. I did not modify my behavior. Instead, I licked my balls. Now I suffer.
As I dread becoming another year older, glaring at my dusty, abandoned & starving 'life to-do list', I wonder if my ill-ticking, non-responding, dead & gone hard drive full of neglected literary false starts, is a vulgar wake-up call.
A tabula rasa for new-to-dos?
A raw reminder to re-start and actually finish, something.
I'll take it as such.
"Glass Empty"
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