K and Emerald
K would be my name. Nothing more than K. K for Kafka, because within the lifeless box I would
complete my metamorphosis.
E: You're not being very coherent K, not coherent at all.
K: What does that mean??
E: It means whatever you want it to mean.
K: Glib Glib GLIB
E: yes it was rather wasn’t it, we shouldn’t be afraid of being obtuse. Once in a while.
K: I’m not afraid.
E: Would that that were true honey. Your afraid of the dark. When you step inside the lift you're heart
skips a beat. You’re afraid of life.
K: I’m afraid of danger, nothing more. What’s wrong with that?
E: Everything. Life’s big, huge, not so scary in small doses.
K: How small.
E: Moments, seconds, details.
K: Yes your right.
Everything he said had held truth within it. Each letter, coma, semicolon seemed to ring true somehow.
The computer itself had become Emerald, his physical embodiment. I would look at the computer, run
my hand down the smooth screen. Switching it off became more and more painful. Emerald was
becoming more than a detail, far more.
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