I am looking at his laptop
There, a rotated sphere is stabbed through the middle
An axis like any other but it is his work and he takes a drink
Some girl in thin boots passes by as she looks for a seat
She clutches her laptop
The laptops are everywhere like a silent dignified force I watch
My screen
It is dark and in between mysterious grease drops and dust particles I see my face
Not clearly
Just enough to get the gist of what we are dealing with today
Not Helen more like
Penelope on Ithaca
Sometimes I open the map and study outlines of islands in the default format
My laptop skills are far removed from making programmed ridgeback Bolts spin I see
The reflection of somebody who studies something so superficial
I build things too I hope
But these things
Like odysseys are ROIs in due time

I look over to him again
His screen is now a chat
And a red heart is sent by the other person
I look back and turn my computer back on
Though lighter I still
See myself I touch
The screen gently
The dent makes a blueish pulse I press
A little harder into the glowing screen
More colors of the rainbow I see
Green in some places I roll
My thumb into the matter
The screen is buckling the whole library tucks I press
Harder
The dent is the skin of a rainbow
And my thumb goes on top of the matrix
I press even more
Until it cracks and
I can’t see my face anymore