My cellphone and I are inseparable. Some random lines inspired by this connection. Time-pass, like we say.
The all too familiar pangs of separation, love and longing when the first child leaves home for college.
‘Been there, not done that’ – the many times that we walk back from the call of destiny.
There are shades of loss. Past or anticipatory, we suffer, we grow, we waste away, we celebrate, and much more…
Memory fascinates me…. A companion, a ghost, a tormentor, an escape, and much more.
A prose-poem offering a slice of everyday life – the magical and the mundane, disarray and despair, reclamation and restoration.
Sight to byte, digitising and archiving is fast creating a new world of suspended experiencing and on-call reliving.
So much is happening today in God’s name. Are the Gods happy? Mine apparently are.