This is what I want: a summer all to myself, where I can make things and chat with people online and never have to go anywhere. It’s lovely. It’s perfect.

I want to run as far as the eye can see in a perfect meadow. I want to live at the edge of a lake and swim whenever I want, in perfect 70 degree water. I want to have my Twitter that I can turn off, and the rest of the time a giant workbench that I can make things out of. I want a world I can pause whenever I want. It’s beautiful.

I want to float on chairs made of cotton candy and marshmallows. I want to be lifted from my body and fly through the clouds, twirling slowly around and around. I want to have no deadlines ever, just a long summer of making things and working on projects.

This is how my chair + laptop make me feel. Like I can go on forever in a dreamy wonderland of creativity and on-demand connection.

Nothing is demanded of me here. I can play games and chat and think of new ideas. There is no pressure and no expectations. It can go on forever. There are no appointments to keep, no hair to get cut, no cars to get fixed, no brain to get shrunk. Life is entirely satisfactory. I am clever and happy, my work is interesting and fun, and nothing bad ever happens. I can answer just the emails I want, and never “process” anything.

My laptop has all the good parts of computers and internets, with none of the bad.

The angry people live in my desktop machine. The deadlines and calendar and task lists sit heavily on my desk. On my laptop they are all optional. Emails are a stream, not a bucket. I have no boat to be constantly emptying water from. I can dabble my toes in the river and then take a nap. Everything is optional and fun. And occasionally my kitty comes up to snuggle. It is a happy place.