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Modernity: Technology and Its Discontents

Modernity

Staring late nights at the blue glow monitor of mindless information trying to convince ourselves that this endless spew is important, that our opinions matter,

deciding that one more cigarette before lying down forced sleep in pools of cold vomit is the only way, that’s how we’ll epiphanize, convinced that one extra is what will set that thought free,

reaching out to strangers’ friends, groping in moonless night, looking South for North to guide us back to Mommy’s bed where the monsters cannot get us,

lights on, lights off, on, off, onoffonoffonoffonoffON ON ON…rituals of past predilections leaked present superstitions disguised as religion, Zoroaster shaking his head because he failed to fund his memory,

societal pressures swelling with groooaaans and moooaaans of efforts to fill our swiss heads…filled ever more by science and rabbis and priests and meditation…and fulfillment and hopes and dreams…and literature and TV and movies and music, and mindless information…but god forbid love,

thinking of this sacrosanct spew, flowing towards the voids that UNITE us all, hoping and praying that it will clog them before snowflakes melt on summer concrete, lost in the fire,

burning chaos passion, consuming creative production, living eternal splendor in memories of strangers’ friends,

only discovered later blue mesmerizing glow monitor eye…watching all…recording all, every move…every thought…every idea, passing in one and out the other, leaving only latent longing behind.

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