late. when everyone else is sleeping, i listen to bits of classical music. so beautiful they make me wanna sleep. forever.
everything is a screen. reacting to a touch or a bump. these people button, button, button a glass or plastic cover. on the crosswalk. on the street. at coffee. at lunch. in metros. at work. probably in bed too. illusion of communication.
i never existed. nor will i. am a blind spot against the light. sometimes i can see my shadow. but most don't even get a glimpse of me. i am not anonymous. i simply am not.
what is the screen if not the reminder that you are not where you want or should be? that you are not. there. screens are not communication. screens are painful absence. screens are insurmountable distances.
i am bunch of letters in an agenda. some lines in a virtual memory of a phone. an empty shape in a photo. i am not even the proof of a memory.
screens are what separates us from others and the world. u button, hence u don't talk. u keep distance, hence u don't approach, u reinvent yourself virtually, hence you change nothing in reality, u don't see anymore, hence u capture and post. so that no one sees. screens are not communication, but the very lack of it. they don't connect but keep as separate. even when together.
u know u don't exist when there is no reply back. to ur hello, to ur goodbye, to ur questions or ur wishes. screeners don't bother answering to a ghost.
emoticons are not smiles. badges and stickers are not lips. nor hands. videos are not presence. we claim to be surpassing miles. in reality we simply get used to them. one can't make love thru texts and iMessages.
screens affected our sense of reality. modified it completely. they even changed the meanings of words. zounds of friends we don't know or care about define our 'social' status. we are active on 'social networks' without moving away from the screen. we take the screen with us to any gathering and can't enjoy the time without checking in. screen is our best pal. most likely the only one too.
i am the ghost of my desires and wishes. the scrap nobody wanted or needed. the spare parts i didn't know what to do with. waste. trash. i am the silence behind the many words. "i speak...to hear...my voice". i tell everyone cause i cannot tell anyone. the sound of my written words falls blind and mute, as the many don't care about what i have to say, and the few are too far away to hear it. too far away. in time, in space.
all the social networks did was to alienate us from each other. screens took over. screen zombies everywhere. not paying attention. divided. alone in their own world. unaware of the others. non existent.
i don't exist. and though the only one to realize it, i am also the only one having troubles accepting it. let go, let go, let go... I did with (almost) everything else. All i have left is to let go of myself. u can't really die when u don't exist, anyway...
everything is a screen. reacting to a touch or a bump. these people button, button, button a glass or plastic cover. on the crosswalk. on the street. at coffee. at lunch. in metros. at work. probably in bed too. illusion of communication.
i never existed. nor will i. am a blind spot against the light. sometimes i can see my shadow. but most don't even get a glimpse of me. i am not anonymous. i simply am not.
what is the screen if not the reminder that you are not where you want or should be? that you are not. there. screens are not communication. screens are painful absence. screens are insurmountable distances.
i am bunch of letters in an agenda. some lines in a virtual memory of a phone. an empty shape in a photo. i am not even the proof of a memory.
screens are what separates us from others and the world. u button, hence u don't talk. u keep distance, hence u don't approach, u reinvent yourself virtually, hence you change nothing in reality, u don't see anymore, hence u capture and post. so that no one sees. screens are not communication, but the very lack of it. they don't connect but keep as separate. even when together.
u know u don't exist when there is no reply back. to ur hello, to ur goodbye, to ur questions or ur wishes. screeners don't bother answering to a ghost.
emoticons are not smiles. badges and stickers are not lips. nor hands. videos are not presence. we claim to be surpassing miles. in reality we simply get used to them. one can't make love thru texts and iMessages.
screens affected our sense of reality. modified it completely. they even changed the meanings of words. zounds of friends we don't know or care about define our 'social' status. we are active on 'social networks' without moving away from the screen. we take the screen with us to any gathering and can't enjoy the time without checking in. screen is our best pal. most likely the only one too.
i am the ghost of my desires and wishes. the scrap nobody wanted or needed. the spare parts i didn't know what to do with. waste. trash. i am the silence behind the many words. "i speak...to hear...my voice". i tell everyone cause i cannot tell anyone. the sound of my written words falls blind and mute, as the many don't care about what i have to say, and the few are too far away to hear it. too far away. in time, in space.
all the social networks did was to alienate us from each other. screens took over. screen zombies everywhere. not paying attention. divided. alone in their own world. unaware of the others. non existent.
i don't exist. and though the only one to realize it, i am also the only one having troubles accepting it. let go, let go, let go... I did with (almost) everything else. All i have left is to let go of myself. u can't really die when u don't exist, anyway...
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