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I saw the most incredible movie last night that touched my inner pretentious nerd. It filled me with memories from my year abroad; mingling with British brainiacs over classic literature and walking the streets of Paris all lit up for Christmas. It reminded me that I am most happy in a 1920s-inspired speakeasy, listening to a piano player sing the lyrics of Cole Porter while sipping a French 75.
It’s all about accumulating
Stamps in a passport green, red, and blue.
Newspapers crinkle on the subway,
Giving me hope that my words won’t be lost
In the web of technology, and technology’s technologies.
Do you even read?
Do you even see
When you look through the camera lens
At the picture obscured by an artificial frame?
A new friend request
While the friend in the room
While you answer the phone,
Answer the e-mail,
Answer the text,
But where am I?
Lost in a pixilated image.
Who cares if you look good in the picture,
When there is a person operating the camera?
Too bad you can’t see that on the screen.