Equipment
I’m linked, connected, stacked, locked, and loaded.
Wireless connections through my veins into my brain. My eyes see as my fingertips touch the surface of a second identity.
The camera in my bag, the I-touch in my pocket, the phone in my jacket and the world all around.
Music in my ears, messages from my peers, and all the photos of my friends that I hold dear.
I often tell myself that I don’t care, as if I’ve done everything and I can’t really imagine how I ever got here.
The physical, the mental, the spiritual and intellectual have atrophied as I never really tried.
I’m not better than I ever was but it’s back to the middle.
Everything will be alright.
Posted on Wednesday February 2nd
