Imagination

My room has giant spider webs.

In the room next to mine, a spider, like Shelob lives and waits for me to drop my guard so she can eat me.

Haemoglobin – The cars on the street are carrying oxygen to cells throughout the organ system city. Red cars are antihistamine carriers. Police cars cancer drugs at work.

I am an oldĀ 286 PC running an old BASIC program which has a virus and outputs strings of text and images at random intervals.

I wanted to write this. It was my ambition at one time. It feels naughty to have finally made it.

Maybe I wanted to be…16 again.

Am I Alone?