Hello, I’m a Sad Abandoned Macintosh

“ Once upon a metre , she loved me . I recall when I helped with her photos , took care of her music , edited pic together . And now … now she forget me here , in the coldness of NYC . ”

Oh poor you , you sad Macintosh you . You were left to dream the perpetual slumber on the street of the city that never sleeps . Here you you are , all alone , out of your old glad , cozy home , freezing under the moth-eaten night , alone , with no purpose or meaning whatsoever . Do you call up the warm light of that desk lamp now ? Do you remember her grin ? Her fingers caress your keyboard , pumping words and life and her essence into you ? Can you still sense the flower she used to put in a puritanic vase , the right way next to you ?

Yes . I bonk you’re able to . And you know all that is gone .

You are alone now , and nobody loves you any longer . All the dreaming you helped to carry through , all the post that you gave away — the mails that made her call , jape , detest , and beloved — , the pictures and movies with her best storage , the songs that made her dance and smiling and pour forth tear of lugubriousness and felicity and raw uncontrolled emotions … all of that is gone . Forever . Left on a sidewalk for someone to find fault . Left on the sidewalk to block .

You are no more , you short computer you . You that once opened her imagination with the scent of your new plastic made in China—”oh , can I really do this ? I guess can ! ” — , the beauty of your blue translucent case—”isn’t it a beauty ? It matches my wallpaper ! ” — , and the bong of that unique outset - up sound—”so precious ! ” .

But now … now you are no more , my dear iMac . Your prison term is gone .

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Forever .

There , left alone on a pavement of New York , the greatest city of them all . I experience you , dark and reject , as I came out of a restaurant , and you reminded me … you reminded me of all that and more . For a bit , you became a symbol of time pass by . And for that , I love you so .

Here ’s a birdcall — David Bowie ’s dependable song ever — to remember you by .

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