Have you ever thought about all the little codes and numbers on a product? How many times does a single item get scanned and shipped before it’s sold? How often do we see this “language” without even noticing it?
Rows and rows of wandering minds,
not the definition
of a human as represented in
Not flamboyant like Kerouac.
Not mindless like Orwell warned.
Just adrift in a technological cloud,
more lively in a cyber-realm,
while holding packages in
in the other,
waiting to pay
for a bite of happiness.
The machines are singing:
clack clack clack
crush crush crush
thud thud thud!!
A serenade of doom
A meme of a meme,
fabrications of a conglomeration
all leading in every direction, but never exposing their inception.
Just an ever-changing evolution
of a figment
of an imagination.
Searching for a constant,
but remaining inconsistent.
A never-ending transmission from IP to IP,
an internet ping pong of an identity.
Who am I?
Lena Dunham once said, “I think I am the voice of my [the millennial] generation,” but most of the time, I wonder about what that voice sounds like. Who exactly are we? Categorically, the term millennial represents the people who were born from the 1980s-2000s, so those of us in our teens and 20-somethings.
1991. My birthday, and the year the internet was made accessible to the public. What a doozy! No, but for real, the internet has transformed human life in the most unimaginable ways. I can’t say from memory, because well, the internet has been around as long as I have. But I’ve heard stories! Like, remember those times when you had a question, and had to get the answer, you either a) phone a friend, b) drive down to the library to hunt through books for who-knows-how-long, or c) just… not know the answer.
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