She didn’t have an off switch. That’s not how her head worked. Perhaps there was
She didn’t have an off switch. That’s not how her head worked. Perhaps there was one, but no one had ever cared to tell her how to properly operate it. She had just learnt, through trial and painful error, what button did what. She’d pulled the levers, turned the handles, and eventually figured out how it all worked. Well, she’d figured it out enough to not crash the whole thing into the nearest brick wall. But she’d never found the off switch. She could never stop the stream of images and words from running across the screen, never unoccupied her terminally preoccupied mind. And so she thought and thought and thinked and thunk, and if she was quite honest it was all getting a little tiring. If only she could find that little switch, she knew she could just relax for a little bit. Dwell in that empty space, stare happily at the blank screen. Things would be peaceful, for a little bit. Although it would probably be best if she found the On switch first. Just in case. -- source link
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