In these latter days, on mornings when I wake twitchy with mania, lunatic lucidity crackling from my fingers like static electricity, I reach for my iPhone or Chromebook. BTI*, I used to write poetry. The panel above, from George Harriman‘s Krazy Kat expresses exactly how I think and feel as my fingers touch screen or keyboard:
Every day my mind grows keener–my good arm stronger … my silly enemies more futile …
I am Ignatz the Rat. I sling virtual bricksbats in this singular delusive rapture that is the Internet.
I also think you love me, my dearest enemies.
*Before the Internet