Clicks and Clacks

The keys of the keyboard click and clack as words stream. A furrowed brow emerges from time before retreating under a fresh onslaught of words. Occasionally there's a twitch at some pain both inside and outside. The words trickle on.

Sometimes the words are on topical events. For example, on this day the National Library of Wales - which is next door to the University of Aberystwyth - had a fairly major fire and lost part of its roof. It's somewhat horrifying to hear of the damage and the lost items and treasures contained therein. On other occasions, the words are those of fiction or of criticism.

The clicks and clacks cease for a moment and the writer pauses to think and evaluate the reasons and whys and wherefores. The pause lengthens and pace is broken. Finally a piece of music emerges from the computer and clicking and clacking begins again. An idea has landed from nowhere, albeit not for the piece in question. For something else involving triangles.

'Can you see the clouds flying by in the sky where you are? Does the weather change like a bee's direction in flight? Is the world a place full of wonder?' An old and favoured theme is re-emerging from a long hiatus as if summoned from the depths of the Earth, from a prison of doubts and uncertainty. Some people say you can't do the impossible, that the world is a grim and untidy place that will always need saving and can't be saved.

The typing goes faster, as the words tumble in and tumble out in a bizarre mixed up torrent of zoomable madness.

The world is so full of people that there's not enough food or water. We can't produce enough electricity to keep everything working and have plundered and polluted to the point of madness. 'Do you wonder how it got this way? Is it inevitable as a product of who we are and what we do as a species? Will nothing ever change?'

A long pause.

Some people say we can't save the world...

'Yes, but what if we could?'