We are lost.
We are googling for the meaning of life,
knowing our Holy Grail would be a HTML page.
or an Youtube video.
Twittering like birds on the telephone lines
whole world on our fingertips - or is it?
Like many ilusions this one would pass.
We're not smarter, nor are we capable of infinity.
We're restless seekers,
desultory likers.
On-line liars.
This brave new world
made of optical wires
and USB connectors
is killer.
And killing.
So many beautiful moments
were half-captured in our cameras,
stripped naked, pixelized
and then thrown out.
We are sharing worthless pieces of shit.
And are looking for golden nuggets in shit-piles of others.
Our lack of ability to concentrate
is topped only by our ability to procrastinate.
We are masters in excusing our laziness
and self-centredness.