I’m jaded by all of the media saturation. It pours out of every conceivable platform. I can’t escape the motion of tech mania. My fellow man has allowed this predatory process to be confused with something informative. It’s overload folks.
It’s synthetic smoking mirrors. I’ve been googled WIki and yahoo “d up the yin yang. There’s more info out there about folks than was available when J. edgar Hoover was peeing on civil rights. It’s plastic. simply plastic.
How many folks remember a time when phones were for actually speaking to someone? If you don’t have a cell with social content , games and whistles, you’re not in sync. On television the commercials hit us with the fact that 4 out of 5 relationships begin on the internet. B.S. 3/4 of the world’s population cannot afford a personal computer . so, how do they meet folks? they actually make organic contact. Imagine that. Who made up those numbers. Folks want to eat more than date. I’m not going to mention music here. My point of view is public record thanks to the ever present internet.
It’s plastic. No life in it’s natural form. Just a haze of greed confused with need. Take your woman out. Go to a play not a movie. Read a book with actual pages. write letters with a pen. Draw without the digital filter. in other words.. kick down the plastic.



