I stared out through the train car's window to mentally prepare myself for the weather heating up in the Windy City. I chose the wrong outfit for the day: plaid shirt, dark jeans, and shoes, when I should be bare fucking naked on a field of grass, taking in the rays from the sky. When my thoughts became boring, I switched my attention to the company in the car. All complete strangers with different agendas, but they are all conducting the same activity. Hunched over, lazily sat, or absurdly prepping up for a Snapchat shot, their minds were fully immersed by the worlds they held in their hands: the beautiful and torturous pocket screen. The world used to be a simpler place when tech was basic enough to keep up with life at a steady pace. Nowadays we can have our work, entertainment, social life, and hidden secrets all on one device. As convenient as it may sound, it also brings forth a new chapter in the lives of humans in pertains to being occupied. The outside world becomes so familiar and unwanted, that we resort back to that $700 plus slab of hardware, and we continue to ignore all else. But this argument has rooted since the flip phone came out, when bratty little shits would focus on tapping the right key and not the food in front of them, when class proceeded but instead wanted to see if Jessica was available to fuck them later in the evening, or when they're snapping a Cheeto-sized dick pick to their romantic interest in lieu of actually getting down to the real deal.
Literally everyone was doing the same thing (including me, I won't be a hypocrite this time) and no one even spoke or uttered a single character. I wonder if, back in the day, strangers would normally strike up a conversation with another unknown being just for the sake of avoiding boredom. That or they would flip through the daily newspaper or simply keep to themselves. No doubt that hatchlings still conduct the same thing, but they didn't have Facebook back in the 60s.
This could be a gentle rant, yet I fancy myself a phone as well. I just used the virtual reality set with a scene of visual synchronizations in tune with Lazerhawk's Electric Groove. It's quite the treat, just like the phone itself, and it'll stick to you like gorilla glue; but the terror of a roller coaster ride going straight down is the same feeling when you lose it, only it'll be one bitch of a drop. Imagine it, your whole world gone, snatched up by some bug-eyed freak with a tendency to scratch his neck, left behind by you because that shot of tequila forced you to break into bachata and leave your device behind on the open table, or obliterated by your psycho former girlfriend that you promised a marvelous future with.
What would you do if your phone was simply gone, broken, stolen, no mas?
What would these people do on the train if they weren't so attached? As each day passes, the dream of having everyone socializing without the assistance of an alter-ego behind the screen sinks lower and lower - it creates a much darker dream, one where we don't talk at all.
Imagine that shit.
