I miss my notebook I miss speaking to people.
I miss communicating. We’re trying, trying
to reach out on the web, and with
devices in our hands that show us the
world inside a little box. Only one
thing only infinite possibilities. Only
one portal, only one place: that which
is in front of your face. And
not your friends, not your loved one’s
faces, but a screen, dead and alive, taking
giving….away my soul. –
Into who’s heart I do not know. Just
out of my sight.
Michael dg. Luckett
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