SEA OF PIXELS Anjelikal Rogers
As my eyes begin to cross I put on green tinted glasses, decrease my screen’s brightness, and activate dark mode. I’ve forgotten what I’m doing hypnotized by the black bezels sandwiched in between two monitors my mind begins to wonder How long have I been awake for? How much have I gotten done? How long have I been sitting here? With cramped legs and sore wrists Troubleshooting, animating, working I wonder what to do next. With a program open on my right and the web browser on my left I pause for a moment embraced by the dimmed light of the computer screens I find comfort in the warmth of this pc tower, and the soothing hum of its fans so I decide to remain here, wading my way through this endless sea of pixels.
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