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ALWAYS THE SAME DREAM "PING!" goes the microwave. "PING!" goes the yet-again-Internet. The Lady of Shallot deletes Lancelot from her facebook friends. She pokes Tennyson but Tennyson doesn't like to be poked. The world and its shadows stream through her BT provider. A post informs her that "Popty Ping!" is Welsh for microwave. She clicks Like. Doesn't remember when she last interfaced with the real world the big bad world that huffs and puffs outside the frosted glass. She posts a new status: "Agoraphobics are people too!" What was Tennyson thinking of? She didn't ask to be created! A woman made from "words words...words. . .words!" "The curse has come upon me!" She has run out of Lil-Lets. "Chop shallots & simmer lightly in butter, then. . ." the Youtube video instructs her. She finishes yet another bottle of cheap plonk. It's so hard to be a fictional character in a modern world that's gone digital. She thinks of Googling herself but then thinks twice of it. She falls asleep on the couch. The cat perches on top of her head. In her dream she is forever floating...floating "On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky" It's always the same dream.
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
ALWAYS THE SAME DREAM
ALWAYS THE SAME DREAM "PING!" goes the microwave. "PING!" goes the yet-again-Internet. The Lady of Shallot deletes Lancelot from her facebook friends. She pokes Tennyson but Tennyson doesn't like to be poked. The world and its shadows stream through her BT provider. A post informs her that "Popty Ping!" is Welsh for microwave. She clicks Like. Doesn't remember when she last interfaced with the real world the big bad world that huffs and puffs outside the frosted glass. She posts a new status: "Agoraphobics are people too!" What was Tennyson thinking of? She didn't ask to be created! A woman made from "words words...words. . .words!" "The curse has come upon me!" She has run out of Lil-Lets. "Chop shallots & simmer lightly in butter, then. . ." the Youtube video instructs her. She finishes yet another bottle of cheap plonk. It's so hard to be a fictional character in a modern world that's gone digital. She thinks of Googling herself but then thinks twice of it. She falls asleep on the couch. The cat perches on top of her head. In her dream she is forever floating...floating "On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky" It's always the same dream.
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
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