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A Poem About Our Phones
The world feels lonelier than ever
My boyfriend is sitting next to me on his phone. He is here but not here, lost in another world. He will say something to me and it will break my thoughts in two. They fall away and I’m back in the present.
It is a problem with our phones always being in our hands, our eyes, our minds. Not even leaving us as we walk down the street. Alzheimer’s comes when we stop being able to remember things in the present. We will lose our minds if we can’t even remember what is around us because we are constantly looking down. Scrolling, texting, playing a game, connecting passively while ignoring each other.
It’s hard to have a conversation. It’s hard to connect face to face as it is a lot of times and I have to be in the mood to do it with strangers or even acquaintances. I crave it other times. Need it.
But now, people more than ever feel isolated, feel alone, even in a big city with thousands of people crossing paths every day. Even with my boyfriend beside me, my best friend. We sit here plugged in together but separate. Separate screens. Separate journeys.
