There’s a reason we’d rather leave
talking to a backlit screen,
pictures to a filtered camera,
mindless chit-chat to a soft blue bird,
self-description to dashboards of dark and de-saturated blue,
and reminiscing to walls,
covered pictures and in boring scribbles,
is because no one is good at talking anymore.
We’ve lost that edge that made face-to-face so special.
Everything’s a virtual experience.
Entire lives are lived online in lieu of actual living.
And we are perfectly happy with it.