Dead Batteries Breed Peace

Shards of ceramic are not fun to step on. I have been meaning to clean them away for some time, but my schedule has not permitted for a moment of such cognizance. Furthermore, I enjoy the poetic element of having to avoid walking on my own eggshells. These little slivers came from a teacup and its abrupt dispersion after a rough meeting with the door to my single. The reason behind this otherworldly outburst is a simple one that I think everyone has faced, or should face. My dear friend and glorious patriot, the grand companion through academia, has passed on. His name was Rapture and he was a Surface Pro 3.

That said, I have since Frankenstein’d the machine back to some semblance of life after the loss of many, many files. The tears have been shed and I have a new box of tissues on my desk. This has proven to be something of a blessing in disguise, however, as I am finally free of the social media curse in some capacity. I’ve been living through a USB drive and the computer in the Trail room for the past week or so. This utilitarian atmosphere is creating a greater sense of productivity – I spend my time at the computer actually getting things done. In my free time, which I finally seem to have a bit of, I’m not wasting it with Reddit’s random button or the dopamine burst that comes with refreshing Facebook.

I’ve unfortunately identified the issue with Rapture. The battery has likely fried. Whenever I have the thing plugged into the charger it works, but the moment it is without that nourishment it immediately dies. I will have to send it into the Microsoft hive mind at some point for repairs, or a new product. Part of me does not want to commit to this, for I harbor a strong desire to leave technology behind. Alas, I think that we are all glued to the necessity of our digital counterparts. May the incoming apocalypse resolve that matter entirely and thrust the survivors into the dream world of Emerson.

Realistically, everyone needs a sort of balance. It is not healthy to spend hours and hours at a computer doing coursework, studying, or seeking entertainment. I think the printing fee policy is unfortunate as it definitely limits a student’s ability to get away from the screen. There are a lot of perspectives to that rabbit-hole, however, and I will spare you such discussion. Technology has reached a point where it has extended past a lifestyle choice and into a matter of necessity for our well-being and success. This is another tangent I shall avoid – My poetry gets stuck on such matters of a mechanized Armageddon. Poetry is on the mind, always.

Ultimately, my hope is to use this time to get as far away from the digital world as I am able. While I love touch screens and wireless chargers, I find more enjoyment in conversation and the world outside. I would much rather spend an evening annotating a chapter for a course in Blatchley than stay stuck in my little hidey-hole with fingers that only leave the keyboard for a split second. Hopefully the future of education makes some consideration for a balance between the electronic and the organic. 

See you next time,


Austin D. Kirkham


Austin Kirkham is a senior Creative Writing major from Meridian, Idaho.