My laptop screen was “burning”…that’s what the guy who had come to fix the internet connection told me. As soon as I’d sign in, lines would run across the monitor like veins. It could be monitoring the state of my heart or brain….like a graph with green, pink slashes.
Rose-hued lines criss-crossed my words. Sometimes they would run ahead of me and I’d chase them. In a way I could not fathom, I felt blessed. I had a white canvas and a black font and prismic thoughts…out of the blue (aren’t we getting colourful?) I was showered with pink. It most certainly strained my eyes and distracted me, but to expect every boon to come packaged invisibly is asking for too much.
That it comes at all without asking means a lot.
Those pink lines remained, even as they spilled all over the place. They, like me, do not understand the concept of life being about walls.
And you know what? I had to change the laptop and get one with a clear monitor. But this “burning screen” became a part of my life. No walls, remember?