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Engagement means something different (2014)
Trapped behind the screen of a screen.
A second thought next to machine.
This is the future,
soldiers of the system,
procreators of the detached.
The wisest of the bookers tapping, tapping until completely oblivious of the real world.
I have seen my partner's, and my own, addiction to the device increase rapidly in three years.
I have seen technology advance since my infancy at an alarming rate.
I've seen sensationalised advertising, to draw people into caring for people, failing.
I've seen online petitions work.
I've seen intensity rapidly become stale water.
I've given up my right to being enough as a flesh and blood woman, not to some perfected version of the female form, to internet forums, idle chatter, panda videos and idealised versions of the self.
I grow weary of being second.
I grow weary of relying on characters on a screen and idle chatter, panda videos and cartoon sweets to keep me company.
I grow weary of longing for engagement, from myself and from him.
I long for rebellion, not reboot.
A second thought next to machine.
This is the future,
soldiers of the system,
procreators of the detached.
The wisest of the bookers tapping, tapping until completely oblivious of the real world.
I have seen my partner's, and my own, addiction to the device increase rapidly in three years.
I have seen technology advance since my infancy at an alarming rate.
I've seen sensationalised advertising, to draw people into caring for people, failing.
I've seen online petitions work.
I've seen intensity rapidly become stale water.
I've given up my right to being enough as a flesh and blood woman, not to some perfected version of the female form, to internet forums, idle chatter, panda videos and idealised versions of the self.
I grow weary of being second.
I grow weary of relying on characters on a screen and idle chatter, panda videos and cartoon sweets to keep me company.
I grow weary of longing for engagement, from myself and from him.
I long for rebellion, not reboot.
Published 28th Oct 2014
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28th Oct 2014 11:47pm
WHOA.. That's a honed strike right there. Pretty much, the intensity carried it for me. Better than an anthem cuz it
read more personal, but an anthem still.
Yes. Under the wire without tripping
Write on
31st Jan 2015 12:49pm
Anonymous
26th Aug 2015 12:42pm
I resonate with this one. Sometimes I sit with my Husband at night and he'll be plugged into his i-pad and I'll be on my i-phone and suddenly we're living an i-life without ever really needing to have a proper conversation about what makes us tick as human beings. He once said to me that he looked forward to us going away together, because we actually talked and spent time together. Life is becoming increasingly more disconnected the further we go into the digital realm, and it's sad really. I think that's why I still insist on handwriting letters in my christmas cards, and having a snail mail pen-pal. You need to stay grounded to things that make you feel. Sometimes you just yearn for somebody who will answer the question "How is your day today?" or "do you believe in an afterlife?".
All to true a write. Thank you.
All to true a write. Thank you.
26th Aug 2015 1:25pm
I never thought you could miss something that is so easy to take for granted. This one is always hard to read again if only for the fresh wounds that still exist and look like they're going nowhere. I am glad someone else is right there with me. Thank you, you. I appreciate this no end.
