Today, outside my apartment, I found a piece of paper upon which was a hardcopy
of a chat room session. I have no idea who the participants
were, nor what the intentions were of the observer who printed it out. Nevertheless, it seems to embody some sort of lesson about the nature of chat rooms. It is a frozen instant in time, which some neighbor
of mine must have felt was important enough to commit to inkjet
-- and for this reason I transcribe
it here. Sadly, E2 cannot convey the color
, nor the fonts
, in which the chat originally appeared; yet the Tao
may still peek through the text:
You have just entered room "Hockey."
j RTSbBLUESHOeS has entered the room.
AlDezotell3: I AM YOUR MOTHER
FHgrrl15: umm... ?
FHgrrl15: no, you're dumb
j RTSbBLUESHOeS has left the room.
QcHoCkEyGuRl30 has entered the room.
QcHoCkEyGuRl30: Hi room
The remainder of the page was blank.