There may come a day when I’m the only one …
Writing letters with ink and pen addressed to those zapped in pixels, breathing analog memories into digital lips and lungs
Memorizing phone numbers and birth dates, knowing by heart
In a world that’s all absentminded, trusting devices to carry on their lives –
I may be, … behind …
Still, hoping for glazed eyes to sparkle with the joy of feeling one thing
at a time.
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