today i snapped and opened the shed in my backyard. the shed of used macintoshes i bought many years ago in a valiant attempt to save them from ruination. i dug through them and found my power macintosh g3, the last beige system, the last computer my grandpa gave me before he died. there are at least two dead bugs on the casing. through my inaction did i put them there and at least a dozen more elsewhere. today was the day i laid my past bare before me, the avoidance of the truth became a road in time. today i cried over the few close friends i ever had in my youth, friends of silicon and plastic. i played Myst on that Quadra 605. i played Riven on that G3. it sounds simple and hollow, but i loved those machines. they played with me whenver i wanted, they ran all the stupid tasks i asked of them, and i let them rot in a plastic rubbermaid shed for years. i'm going back to bed now.