Errors 02

You always used to see eye to eye; this is what you remember. True, you were never exactly staring down each other’s optic nerves, but whilst you saw each other most days, this slight error, this offset in angle made no difference whatsoever. Nowadays, it seems like the distance between you is huge. You are both as flawed as you ever were, but here you now sit helplessly gazing into the blank space at the side of each other’s head.

Errors 01

Every word you type introduces an error, a small discrepancy between your intention and its realisation. The inaccuracies accrue; they gather round the dimly lit ends of sentences, knowing that you’re headed their way. As you approach, they start to jeer. You used to go back and find a different way, but not any more. Now, you walk straight through them, stealing a can of Stella and a cigarette as you go. You’ve leaned that the ideal quantization of thought is an unrealistic aim, and that mistakes are a good thing. You still get a kicking occasionally though.