It took me by surprise.
One minute I was looking with love and admiration at my G4 PowerBook, while it was entertaining me with my favorite playlist of all times. The second, it was gone. Kaput. All I did was put it, a bit clumsily perhaps, on the table. The screen, my window to the world, got broken.
Oh! The horror of it all.
So I called this company, the only one in Israel that repairs Macs, and they informed me that:
a. They don't have a screen in stock. They will have to order it from the USA. It might come this Tuesday, or the next.
b. It will cost me a fortune.
If only I could rewind, and go back to that moment in time, before I put it, a bit clumsily perhaps, on the table.
So I'm writing all this with a pen on paper, waiting for a substitute computer that I will have in the evening.
How dependent we've become on these machines.
Last night I watched the Korean Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring. What inspired me most was the idea of doors without walls connected to them. Doors built and used as symbols to space being divided.
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