Mad Elliptic of a Passionate
The threshold of potential had gone flat as a soup of daily laundry.
Dullness flooded the plain of the cyber-netherworld like dishwater
suffering from a terminal lack of imagination. Indolent inattention
stretched without any oppositional poles to define it. The glum monochrome
scape was too inert to even acknowledge its latent state. The pixels in the
flatline scene rolled collective eyes and groaned out loud at their
colossal boredom. A monologue as toneless as a dialogue from a Beckett play
produced a low boring noise. One unfocused scan swept by aimlessly after
another. Bad attitudes, notes from an untuned violin, dropped like acid
rain into the receptive puddle of self-pity the pixels wallowed in all
afternoon. Rough life the little darlings led, aligned with the whims and
whimsy of any passing jpeg.
A tiny atom, random force of nature, flickered her appearance into being
as a miniscule-you-can-barely-see-it blip on the field of measurable
phenomena. Innocuous as milk, at first, the streak traversed the visual
coordinates with an irregular excess energy. Erratic and quick, the bright
spot ambulated in a pattern that stopped just short of intention. Then came
burst, pin-hole bright, onto the indifferent scene. Light streamed through
the dynamic particle, a glittering chain reaction of sparkler stars,
tracing its sequined swath against the flat immaterial world.
This was the passionate
A tall dark stranger (!) came into the radar screen of her bright little
scope. Ahhhhh... she put her head to one side, posing for all the world
like some cliche of the lovesick heroine, her default trail curling coyly
around the trace of her first trajectory with the flexible grace of a late
adolescent female.