joystick trance

he slithered in and proceeded to skillfully steer his joystick-controlled wheelchair into a suitable space. the bus was far from being crammed and the author couldn't help but focus on the middle-aged man's hands. some CPU disorder had fucked his hard-drive. the aftermath was focalized on his hands.. they now boasted a queer sort of nonchallance that could not be entirely accounted for by the involuntary rhythmic spasms whimsically seizing them now and again...

a woman whose slight palsy  would have otherwise gone unnoticed started to seemingly shake her head to the beat that the joystick hand had set. a trance induced by the oddest of unisons seemed to follow. life can be unpredictably implausible and a darkly comically riotous cunt.