"It's a good book," she said,
"But not what I was expecting."
Miles of black wire wind and enlace,
connecting conversations across continents.
The earth in an earpiece, squashed in a screen,
flat, compressed, and never sleeping.
And now? Remove the wires,
you're still tied up,
no night, no day,
only the vagueness of city time.
Wake before dawn and bed before sundown.
Bound by the clock and electric light,
the screen in every room,
the screen in your pocket.
It traps us,
yet it connects us
across a thousand empty miles.
Funny, when she was here
I would have killed to be more interesting
than the phone she's speaking into.
"There's a lot about farming and politics,"
she explained, "But I don't like politics.
I was reading for the love story."
(Photo credit: "the SMILE" from Prayitno on Flickr)
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