This monitor you are staring at is a window between worlds; yours
and mine... Through this thin layer of glass and phosphorous,
processors and Artificial Intelligence. Words and pictograms are
jumbled into zeros and ones, transcending via copper cables and
frequency modulation. Across the world we cease to inhibit, the
"internet". Here lies truth and deception, be it real or fiction,
it's up to the discretion of those that passes by..
Here I shape my world through the taps of my fingers, though many might not apprehend the things I've seen and done - the strange geometries of my thoughts and forms. Here I spell out my unrequited love through matrix for the world to see, although be it invariably misinterpreted, I doesn't give a damn. For only I truly understands...
Maybe I should try and take more of an interest in those around me. Or maybe I should make more of an attempt to make contact with more people in general... Most of the times I just cruise about minding my own business and not even trying to extend my connection outside my sphere of influence. Perhaps that's why she left... Maybe I should call up some old friends I've once fallen out with or lost contact.. There I could make a few apologies and tie up some painful loose ends...
Afterall, life's far too short and friendships far too rare a creature...
I am a spontaneous poet and writer and whatever I fail to put in words, there's always photographs.
Here I shape my world through the taps of my fingers, though many might not apprehend the things I've seen and done - the strange geometries of my thoughts and forms. Here I spell out my unrequited love through matrix for the world to see, although be it invariably misinterpreted, I doesn't give a damn. For only I truly understands...
Maybe I should try and take more of an interest in those around me. Or maybe I should make more of an attempt to make contact with more people in general... Most of the times I just cruise about minding my own business and not even trying to extend my connection outside my sphere of influence. Perhaps that's why she left... Maybe I should call up some old friends I've once fallen out with or lost contact.. There I could make a few apologies and tie up some painful loose ends...
Afterall, life's far too short and friendships far too rare a creature...
I am a spontaneous poet and writer and whatever I fail to put in words, there's always photographs.
