Alcott Held Hostage — Day 2
Finally losing hope that my projector bulb might spontaneously repair itself, today I emerged from my pitch-black screening room and blinked, pale and squirming, into the sunlight on this, the first day of summer.
The grass was green, jasmine wafted on the breeze, a child batted a barrel hoop down the street, laughing and gamboling as his tiny legs pumped in joyous fury.
Not only was this all in high-definition, it was in 3-D, and interactive.
Thrilled at my discovery of this new entertainment medium called “the real world,” I hopped in my car and went for a drive.
Hit standstill traffic on Santa Monica Blvd. Some kind of construction. Turned around and went back home.
Maybe I’m taking things too fast.
