Somehow, I want to call this pattern When Worlds Collide. It might be a story of love, hate, indifference. And then so many other things. A new sort of balance perhaps. Or just another nine.
The computer is fixed. The techy Man prevails.
And now what? I am happy because it will be easier to get back to audio and video. But I feel confused now. Wishing Self is jumping from one thing to another.