The empty look that pages had when they were paper was not the look that from this screen sends an electric glow. Paper's look was a reflection of light, not this aggressive emission. At last beginning to write on paper, I imposed upon it the darkness, which it then bore indelibly. Even the shape of it was altered with scoring, and it would grow damp at my touch. The letters on this screen emerge from within it, and will vanish from it without a trace. What paper bore as impressed darkness, now becomes an absence of emerging light. Now and then I become aware that the world has been somehow inverted. Now and then I feel as though I'm being watched by what escapes around my words.
by Jacques Prevert
I put my cap in the cage and went out with the bird on my head So one no longer salutes asked the commanding officer No one no longer salutes replied the bird Ah good excuse me I thought one saluted said the commanding officer You are fully excused everybody makes mistakes said the bird.
-translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I had to feed the optical mouse another pair of batteries. It is more piglet than mouse.