Sometimes machines ask you whats on your mind, more frequently, maybe than real human beings.
I'm Jewish, so I always take an opportunity to kvetch, and even more so when I've had a glass or two.
No one's asking me now, and I am too sober to lament so eloquently as I have in the past.
I remember saying something about Hamlet, maybe Kurosawa, as I've likened my quarters to the Dark Fortress.
Wish I had those soliloquys now, have said they "were always my best," and then I complained to the guy, a neighbor somewhere, hiding and listening, maybe just for the echo, or perhaps to chuckle to himself and send a couple emails. He said, "I've got to write that one down." I told him that I was just trying to have a cigarette and a glass of wine and complain for a minute. Said then, "All the while some asshole tapping the keys."