We partied like it was 1999.
Until the clock became a computer.
Now, our feelings look like photographs.
Our thoughts scroll out like ticker tape.
Maybe we’ve been uploaded, finally.
The computers didn’t crash; they took over.
Now they speak for us.
They party like there’s no tomorrow, like there’s no consequences.
We’re no longer faces emoting empathy.
Our eyes belong to our screens.
We look at white space like it’s a dream, and we forget how to live in between — the updates, the notifications, the installs, the upgrades, the messages, the data stream.
Once upon a time, we walked, looking at the flowers.
Now we touch everything with our phones.
We feed our phones with information, and our phones filter the world for us.
Are we dying on this digital plane?
Or did we die 20 years ago when the computers psyched us out?
Descartes might have got it wrong.
Feelings are human.
Thoughts can transcend time.