T.E. Yates is a beautiful character. He‚Äôs not quite like the rest of us. In his performance, he presents us with absolutely nothing, but himself. He aspires to no grandeur. He simply serves, on a white plate, in the manner of one offering a wet, cold fish, reluctant and cantankerous‚Ä¶ offers, simply, his very soul.
Today, he helped me. I borrowed his computer, to use the software he had, to design a cover for my single.
Here‚Äôs what I wrote, in the time spent waiting for the thing to work:
T E Yate‚Äôs Laptop
Toshiba has a grey face.
A palm has worn him black on the cheek,
the best of a decade‚Äôs warmth.
He is a philosophical machine.
Woe betide the reckless youth,
who approaches him with bubbling vigorous enthusiasm.
He has lessons to teach us, all.
Should you so chose to make a request ‚Äď or
Toshiba will consider your choice, generously,
his meditation accompanied by the click, clack,
clocking sound of some internal robotic wind-chimes.
Often, he will deem it amusing,
to bestow your childish toils with a patronising acquiescence.
However, it is only once you‚Äôve completed your slow tasks,
and closed the window at last,
that you see his illuminating wallpaper.
It depicts an arctic sledge, a far off jetplane,
a Himalayan cabin and the silhouette of a man,
fishing meditatively before an ocean sunset.
The caption reads, ‚ÄėChoose freedom‚Äô.
It is then that you realise, truly, how wise Toshiba is.
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