Behind the computer screen it eats your brain like a caterpillar on a leaf and tells you you like it. You like it. Hours, days, months. You like it. Outside the world is burning but your eyes are transfixed, your soul mind heart body eyes ears attuned to only one thing. The thoughts can’t reach you there. The fire can’t burn you here. But the fire is burning you. You are burning but you don’t care. You like it. It tells you that you like it.