By Louis Raio
Is it the light that keeps us in unrest?
Or is it the bed which refuses us?
The tiny rings and buzzers and alerts
Every interface designed to pull you in and take you away
Away from where you should be
When you should be there
Away from awareness
We hear a bell, we want our treat
Shackles disguised as stimulation
You may disagree but you are awake
Despite all your cataloged adventures and cherished moments captured in mega pixels
You’ve missed something
You’re missing it right now
I am missing it
I don’t know what it is but as soon as this is posted and as soon as you are reading it know that we have missed it together.