Lunch notes on the Selfie (noon-ish)
…A Selfie with Biyang island behind her |
a sea “glittery as jewels—ㅋㅋㅋ.”
She shudders at the squeaky cute voices
: this habitual conformity to “Selfie…ㅋㅋㅋ” |
people queueing to take photos in designated
“PHOTO OPPORTUNITY” areas.
She deletes the photo & vows to take no more.
The Selfie is an odd fad | habitually required of
like a document of proof | a notarization of the done
—a passive showcase of life for others to glance at & nod |
to flick past…pause…with a prod…a moment’s recognition
—it say’s more about them than where they are
—could I get rid of myself as easy as their passivity?
Technology designed for passivity.
To touch the screen is to scroll through time.
“Do you understand what one lonely hand can do?”
I’d use that “lonely hand” to slap the world
& him | even though I know better: I should guide
the world with it— I should know better: (—ctrl + alt + del
ctrl + alt + del ctrl + alt + del ctrl + alt + del—)…