boxing and bouncy castles;
deflated. The life sucked out.
The race reduced to a run,
the human trundle;
if I can cut in I’d say
that thrusting blade;
blunted,
and a lot of it was about status
and a lot of it pleasure;
curiosity and marvelling and ‘progress’
That’s why there is no
substitute for the interface of interaction;
real people in real time in real places
and the real reason
that the next generation is fucked
if they think that living remotely
with screens and the ‘internet of things’
is sustainable.
Without interaction
it’s all in review, rewind and degeneration,
without the oxygenaters,
the hydrogenaters of life; coming
together. god, in his heavenly quarantine
help us, if we have to rely
more and more on the web.
another snipe
another snip
My Deerboy 