retarded computer

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I downloaded the blogosphere and cracked it like an egg over the sizzling keyboard in my windowless apartment in Greenpoint. The apartment is big, it a whole floor and yet there is not a single window, the only light comes from the flash of my phone as I take picture of my apartment in an attempt to find my keys. My iPhone flashlight is broken, but the camera flash still works, God is funny like that.

I think about how if I was smarter and had more windows, I could make a retarded computer and if it would be good or bad. We download the extra down syndrome chromosome and put it into an iMac and watch it draw little cats and dogs in the note pad. Watch the retarded computer cry because it could not pet its little friends, would it be wrong to laugh?

I know I wouldn’t.

There is a throng outside my windowless apartment. The throng has enveloped a car and is spiriting it away like so many many ants. My friend sleeps in the car. He sleeps very soundly for sleeping in a car, The throng has each taken a handhold of the vehicle. A pinch of rubber here, a fistful of hubcap there. They are lifting. All the little hands make little work of the car. And the occupant inside is being rocked into a deeper softer sleep. A cotton maze. Floating takeout bags and beer cans jostling, jostling.

 The throng is taking my friend to the river where they will lower him, slowly at first then all at once. Into the East River. The River East of Manhattan. Where he will not be lifted up by so many any like hands. Where he will sink slowly at first, then all at once. He will not wake up, the maze is to wrought and complex and soft and complex. There is no reason to wake up when one is rocked gently.