Tuesday, March 17, 2009

sell phones (or: what are we buying?)

Connecting
but
disconcerting.
No more getaways,
hideaways.
Replaced by
ubiquity.
Always
reachable by the invisible
tether.
In the store.
In the movies. In the can,
for Chrissakes.
What’s that odd
sound
coming from
the next stall?
It’s your neighbor
or doctor or
parole officer, reaching out to
touch
you.
(ugh.)
Flush with
care.
Flush with
connectivity.
No where
anywhere
anymore
to go and just sit and
think.

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