Whisper

Nearly everything resides in memory now, the extent of the past being so much greater than the horizon of the future. In the middle distance I recall a face, a name, one person removed but close enough that stumbling upon him so many years on it comes back.

Intrigued enough to drop $2.99 on a Kindle book. It could be rubbish, but I have already taken the bait. Amazon Whispernet delivery. What an apt and lovely name for it. One-click and it's mine. I have only to turn on the wireless on my device and in a whisper there it is. I could be working. And should be. Instead, I start to read and I am transported from my antisceptic desk to someone else's world.

That's what happens when you surrender for a minute.