Tangible User Interface

In which the world makes another in a series of hopeless attempts to stop dancing and get another drink...

5:30 AM, the fog was just beginning to turn into rain, a knife was lying lightly on a twisted heap of clothes, smart-trash and electronic componants on the artist's unbearable bedroom floor. The computer blinked it's cold, alien-blue eye thirty times a second. Without warning the air started vibrating, collapsing, erasing itself, passing notes to the mean students at the back of the class. Dreamland border patrol falling behind. The clementine rolled over and grimaced at its friend the square-jaw topiary, leaves parting to reveal red number shadows, inside out now, make sense alarm, arm reach out, stop. Good morning, finger. Blood gushed, cold coffee slithered, sloppy shoes pushed us up the hill, miles of graceless wire did not intend harm. Enter the well-lit conference room. A error, a sagging bubble-skin, a lazy prayer; a bit of peel should conduct as well as a finger. Quickly now team, jam it onto the chip and press his nose to make him smile, flicker-frown, smile.