Sometimes, almost by chance, I find solace in the electric jungle. Lost between coloured cables and blinking lights. Taking a wrong turn at the right line of code, taking a right turn at the stop sign that separates my street and yours. Is there anything less useful than a fleeting thought, a minute electrical pulse that on its own will travel no farther than the confines of my own thick skull? Is there anything less useful than ambition? Ambition never got me anywhere. Somewhere along the line, I missed the lesson on translating electrical pulses into something worth getting out of bed for, into material wealth, into happiness, into safety and the warm whirlwind of your cold heart.
One day I will have what I want.