3 October

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Tablets are innovative, at least to him.

They guide him towards places beyond provinciality.

They construct a world apart from the one in which he is imprisoned because of a matrimonial whim.

They offer a life beyond the screen of fog so often witnessed.

Children will hear about tablets many times in their life. They will grow up with the familiar ringing all around them. They will devote their classes to exploring their metamorphosing infrastructure. They will recognize undeviating brands in every language. They will adapt, but maybe they will not learn.

Hospitals don't like tablets; he doesn't like hospitals.

Hospitals would rather see tablets dead than the person who craves them, but it is a taunting goal when that person craves death as well. Hospitals cut out both the result and the middleman, and the consumer is scammed once more by the faults of existence.

And despite what he has come to know, and despite hospitals' hatred of tablets, when tablets are involved, it is the hospital's job to act. They were trained in this warfare selectively.

A tablet manifested on the side table in his hospital room, in his prison cell, and he had no time to debate mistakes and intentionality.

Tablets had become a bigger part of his life than he ever knew, but unfortunately he cared not for the electronic ones.