Having lived and travelled w/ no cell phone for over two years and periods of no email these two realities are facing me every time the ears hear the familiar noise of someone yelling through a phone to someone far away, or see the anxious fingers pounding out messages in secret. Meanwhile the faces in front of me seem to be more and more distant, distracted by the memory or hope of another answer to another question pulsing across the airwaves. All this talk is starting to unnravel our brains. Debate, rhetoric, and explanation find themselves tired of being misused and the planet is sorely missing soft feet upon its meadows, trodden instead upon the processed oil, paved over green grass, cut down Forest, and damned rivers. The era of convenience is at an end and desperately grasping to hold onto the few last wires of perceived connectivity we stand upon the rubble of our desperate and brave attempt to connect faster and more efficiently. We are tearing ourselves apart by attempting to be more connected.
The eyes of those around are following the paths of distraction and do not aften meet each other, their weak, guilty stares cannot take the meeting of another set of seeing balls inside the empty skulls of flaming burning consuming desire to chase after what is already in front of them.
