Imagine if, instead of incomprehensible geeky text strings, your computer produced error messages in haiku...
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.Seeing my great fault
Through darkening blue windows
I begin again.To have no errors
Would be life without meaning
No struggle, no joyA file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.The web site you seek
Cannot be located.
But endless others exist.Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.Aborted effort.
Close all that you have.
You ask far too much.The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire:
The network is down.A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.Rather than a beep
Or a rude error message,
These words: "File not found."Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
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