i started writing today in genetics, & this is what happened:
what flows out of my pen? where does it come from? is it stored inside this tiny white tube, just waiting to be uleashes upon paper? what kind of knowledge does this pen have? do we actually control what we write, or does the pen guide out hand? i feel sad for pens that break, their souls & feelings puddling around their broken bodies, as we frown in disgust & disappointment, pondering where we're going to get a new one... we wouldn't do that to a human if they broke. why should it be any different for pens? we bleed them dry, & then we throw them away. do blue ink pen