Speakeasy was incredibly nice and credited me for three weeks of service.
They didn’t even tell me they were going to do this, they just applied it to my account for this month. I didn’t even realize it until I looked at the invoices on a whim.
Awesome.
I’m in the telephone room of my condo building. Located in an unlit hallway, I have no idea where it is in relation to my building because I can’t see the sky from the one single window into the room. It’s lit by two bare compact fluorescent bulbs that illuminate . There is a mass of wire that flows into the room and separates into individual wires that spread out and flow into a main junction box. They’re like the roots of some grand, vast technological tree growing above us, taking sustenance from the graffiti adorned grey metal box.
The air is thick, and stale. The one intake fan into the room has been covered with a black plastic bag, and duct taped shut.
I have come here, to this forbidden place, this dark, grungy, forgotten room, because for the last three weeks, I have been without DSL.
To put it another way, I have had no internet connection for three weeks. Continue reading
This is the third week of “living” sans internet connectivity at my place.
Sure, I can connect at work, but ever since the home link was severed, I can feel myself growing ever more distant from coremind.
So I think about doing something, then realize I need an internet connection to do it.
It’s rather maddening.
I’m shaking and I don’t know why.
Normally, I get anxious before I travel. Doesn’t matter when or where.
Usually it’s right when I have to start packing. The questions begin to start in my head. Have I brought enough? Did I bring everything I would need? Then the procrastinating begins. A search for some little thing I’m not even planning to bring on the trip, some web browsing, maybe some video games.
This time, none of that works.
This time it’s different.
I can’t stop the shaking and there’s an overwhelming feeling of being trapped.
And I don’t know why.
Staring into the hollow, tiny eyes of a bronze statue, I stop to think for a moment. I hold the cucumber eel brown rice sushi in my chopsticks and then I realize.
I have no idea where the hell I am. Continue reading