dudemanflab's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stranger. The past few months I've been using the library computer lab more often. I notice people who frequent it as well. Today, this very moment, I'm sitting at a circular desk with four computers. In the center of the desk is a pillar and the computers are at 90 degree angles from this pillar. To my left is a man who I someday hope to meet. I see him at least once a week without even trying. He has a moustache that nearly covers his bottom lip, and he wears his hair in a bun. He usually is wearing sunglasses (I've become fond of indoor sunglass wearers ever since my grandma took to the fashion three years ago). His coffee mug hangs from his backpack, effecting a kind of wanderer look. I imagine he might have eating utensils, matches, and other survival tools somewhere in his bag. He is, I'd guess, five feet five inches, or slightly shorter. As he types, he looks at the keys and uses his index fingers to produce letters. His other fingers straighten out and hold their form, like some people do when they drink tea, or painters when they hold a brush. He wears a camoflage watch, and (usually) a black coat. I don't know what he does on the internet, nor what he studies (you have to have an id number to use these computers), but someday we'll know each other's names. 2:33 p.m. - February 07, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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