The Diskonnekt News

[wolven7]

I have this feeling of distant potential, right now, like i'm not connected to either of my departments, like there's too many new people, and I don't know any of them, and like... Well. You know how you see old people being shuffled around through nursing homes, an attendant at their arm listening to them talk about the high points of their life?

I feel that way. I feel like that, but in an academic sense, if you can isomorph those two, properly. I have faith in you.

At the same time, i feel like there's this burgeoning potential, right now, like there are Things that i need to say, or that someone needs to do, and, for once, I have no idea what it is. It's a tipping point, a balancing node, and I have no idea what the directions are, let alone toward which I want to push it.

Diskonnekt. Apart from you and me, and her, and that jack ass, over there.
Dyskonnect. As it were, a simple distance unclosed, untouched.
The sense of touch. Reach your hand out, and place your finger tips against it.
Register. Brush the surface, graze the edges, and get a feeling for it.

What do you feel? How does the Shape resolve itself, to you? Forget the visual, and inform me of the textural. Tell me how it feels, and I can teach you how to operate, by sense of touch.

Comments

There's a space between my fingers,

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

my thumb and pinky, held apart by a sleekness broken by an edge. The vibrations of the computer's fan moves through the space between to nestle against my hand.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Stretching, threatening to break [free]. A a net, a web, an egg, a mem[brane].