the remote poised in my hand , it had sat like that for 10 , 15 , 20 minutes maybe -- tron on the screen flaring 80s strobes and lights , the scene , the movie , the reaction was all mullet-hair weird , a certain audience only came , no one cared or wanted to know how cheap video games were made , the process more familiar now , its in our homes , in our entertainment consoles , on our fingers , in our heads , its rhythms replacing the rhythm of cassette tape stops and paper cut bleeds , calluses now from hitting reset and restart , we know not what it is to be lost in thought , only to be lost in tron .