January 9, 2007
Topic: A short story
I sit down at my desk to write something. Why? Because I feel compelled to. I open a new document but my heart sinks. A white rectangle is presented on the screen. The cursor on the blank screen blinks...blink..blink..blink..blink..the rhythm of my computer...the heart beat...the soul...echoing perfectly the forward progression of time, the constant forward movement. I stare at the blank sheet of paper represented on the screen of my computer. The cursor blinks, depicting the passage of time...blink..blink. What more is there to say really? Time goes on. The sheet of paper stays blank, it dosen't exist. I get up and walk away...
