For people old enough to have had a taste of both the non-digital and digital age, many things may feel odd. Without being critical or judgemental, I'd like to share this poem I wrote a while ago:
ONLINE
ONLINE
I talk to
funny people
With funny
English
They make
me laugh
Sometimes
they make me cry
We do
simple things
Like saying
“hello”
Over and
over again
Or taking
turns
Inventing
stories
Stories
that never end
And never
will end
We kill
time together
For fear
time should kill us
Oh the
things we would do
If we could
teleport
Or would
we?
Perhaps
proximity
Would take
its toll
It always
does
Pity, isn’t
it?
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