Humanitarians online when injustice screams at us through text,
"How dare they", post shared, as we scroll to the next,
liking stories online while ignoring neighbors who suffer,
relating to memes more than we relate to each other.
The eyes of preteens, glued to the phone screen,
bombarded with filters and fairy tales and everything in between.
First steps of your baby witnessed through a lens,
immediately posted to Facebook for all of your friends.
Loneliness climbs, human interaction cast aside,
virtual personas built from which behind we hide,
algorithms designed to keep us infected,
a hot flush of panic when we get disconnected.
This addiction, this disease, this desire, no - need,
drowning in our own social feed.
Stop living for likes and live in the moment,
break yourself free from this digital torment.
We need to wean ourselves off of this drug.
We need to unplug.
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Wandering K
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Respite for the Restless Soul
We lurched to a stop on the highway, the driver pointing down a dirt path and saying something in Malay. This must be my stop; I gather my bags and hop off the dilapidated local bus from Kuantan, making the mistake of setting my pack back down on a bench inhabited by giant red ants as I scan my surroundings in an attempt to get my bearings. I stared down the empty dirt road that I assume leads to Cherating with trepidation as I spied one of the guesthouses mentioned in the five year old guide book I picked up; it lies in ruins, nothing more than a rotting collection of wooden panels and beams, the welcome sign swinging lazily from it’s last remaining hinge. Even in Penang the bus attendants thought I was telling them the wrong name when I said I wanted to come here. This does not bode well for me.
By Wandering K11 months ago in Wander
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