Reveration
The screen fills with Kazaalite. Blink. It connects. Virtual worlds of downloads unfold in front of me. A million MP3s, hundreds of thousands of sitcoms, countless movies and video clips perch in virgin downloadability, awaiting, yearning my typed search command. Poised over the keyboard, my fingers balk in hesitation. Where, when downloading the universe of entertainment from behind one modest little laptop in one modest little university town, does one begin?
The speed of my internet connection here in England contains a rare amount of joy.