the little dark space.
chapter 5 - after effects
oh, interweb. what a tricky mistress you are.
one moment, you are cold. like ice. freezing connections and stallinf pages, like it amuses you to see us sputter and stare at the screen that we view you through.
sometimes you are fast, overwhelming, putting up window after window until we are forced to turn our eyes away, and force the programs quit.
you are like unto a fickle woman, all irony intended. and we love you for it.