Dream Standing-Desk Setup

December 20, 2015

I slump at my laptop, wrists askew, head sunk forward, turning into technological Quasimodo. Sunk in this despond I daydream of arising. In the dreamworld of fresh air, dappled sunlight and nodding flowers I stand strong before a sculpture of creativity. A shrine to button-pressing. Its articulating arm beckons toward its becranked tableau.