Today's OneWord: Reboot

Reboot
by Belinda Roddie

Watch everything restart, recycle, reboot, be reused, be reduced, be rectified, and be replenished. See the phoenix resurrected, rejuvenated, restored to a new glory because former glory should remain just that: former. You can chuck your old desktop computer out a third story window, but in the end, the code is still imprinted on your forearm like a tattoo. You cannot get rid of your serial number, but by God, you can pretend that you have been refreshed.

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