Nov 10, 2004 2:13pm
Working at the computer. Desk, screen, keyboard. Outside it rains. Inside is the assignment. Hours go by.

Feet suddenly feel cold: look down into the toes and cords. Something wet – a spilt drink? Glance behind. Double-take. The rug is moving. Look down again. The powerboard is floating. Ponder this for half a second. The cogs turn slowly. The powerboard is *floating*. Something clicks.

Ian Thorpe will never lunge for a wall so fast.


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