It’s not often that we get chance to make merry with words, so when the opportunity arises I let my fingers do the talking.
I often wonder that, is it my fingers or my mind that types so rapidly and intently over the little black buttons?
Each button carefully caressed; coated in a strange little symbol that I’m told to call a letter. Why a letter? Isn’t that the name of a document we send? If a composition of letters is a word then why is a composition of words a letter? And further more, why is it that these buttons are called keys? Do they unlock something? Do they unlock words for us? Words held hostage by the Microsoft paper clip?
I knew that wirey Bastard had an agenda.

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