The first computer of my own

[post transcribed from a paper journal]

Friday night I finished putting my computer together; where just a few hours before there had been mere parts, strwen about the room, now there is a functional computer. With my own hands and mind I have constructed a device that can change the world, or just change the way I look at it. And yet, though I have never had a computer of my own, nor in my own room, it had already become “normal” in my life.

Then Saturday evening something terrible happened, while I was out with friends, having a relatively good time, that left me shivering and alone in pain. I will not say exactly what it was, but a part of me died Saturday, and it can never really be replaced.

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