Evolution devours everything
But nothing so rapidly as our tactile history
The sound of the L clacking toward center city
The smell of my grandfather’s hair oil
The static on the tv.
A single generation devours these, absorbs them into new things
My children don’t know the scream of dial up
Or car exhaust so thick you can feel it on your skin
The heft of an old rotary phone.
This is the reality of our armageddon
The real way the world ends
Not through plague or famine or war
Not through indolence or irresponsibility
Through simple forgetfulness.
But as we forget the simple pasts we embrace complex futures
The reality of worldwide instant communication
The green growth of new technologies
The chime of a new way to meet up
To shun this change, this devouring
Is to shun the rebirth that comes withit
To turn away from the hum of progress
For the Static of an old idea.
About the Creator
Frank Geier
Tennessee based scribe of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Come on, join us in the dark. There are such things to see.
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