Colored pencil on 9 x 12" bristol paper
I held the box of software in my hand. It was a white box. On it were the colors of the early 90s. It felt a little empty, but as I moved the box around, I could hear items inside it begin to rumble. I knew something was there waiting. Boxes sometimes are better than the items inside. Mystery hangs in the air, and it hangs inside the mind.