I could say what's on my mind, but to what avail? Who really cares what I think? Heck, folk don't even care what they think, half the time they don't have the foggiest what's on their own mind. And that's a problem.
Life now exists in 2'x3' foot spaces in front oblong screens that are sometime no larger than a 3"x5" index card. Flick, flick, click, click, have replaced all meaningful existence. And slowly, surely we are becoming sub-human. The properties that made us human are evaporating, they are becoming rudimentary, paramount among them our sensibilities, our feeling, our ability to care.
So, how long have I flick, flick, flicked, click, click, cliked this day? Darn near 20 hours! You know what... heck I'm turning these --
Lights out!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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