AnachronISM

Surrounded by cds, vhs tapes, books and other defunct technology
Forgotten pictures in the frames, look like someone else's memory
A decade or two passes, first becoming retro then obsolete
Hyper connected and yet neglected, so we no longer truly meet

Discovering the sounds and images together like an esoteric cult
Sharing multicoloured powder and sex in a collective, climactic tumult
The mysteries and excitement of organic adventures no longer surprise
Demystified and sanitised under the recorded click of ever watchful eyes

Ushering in the new 2.0 version regardless of what becomes lost
Streamlined and redefined to save us time without counting the cost
Ambivalent, irrelevant insta-dilution and banal-face collusion
Hyper connected, soul dejected pressing our fingers together in VR delusion

Under the dramatic bloodshot skies, sharing the moment together
Braving fragmented journeys home, the comedowns and erratic weather
Replay the times so its stretched out and re-winded like a well loved memorex
And not left dismayed like a soulless self-indulgent insta-face thumb-jerk reflex

All losing something beautiful in relentless waves of this revolution
Contact an unfortunate dilution of the uber techno-connected solution
Cool and sharp interactions perhaps becoming a more consistent theme
Decades progress while future generations disregard my foolish nostalgic dream





























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you may feel something
like you remember
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you may say one thing
duvet wrapped in december)