I’ve spent a lot of
I’ve spent a lot of time recently thinking about how 1984 my life has become. I finally have a cell phone, and I play with it all day. I loved the idea of being so connected to everything. I sit at work all day and surf, reading about what my friends are doing across the city, posting my innermost thoughts where anyone could see them. It never occurred to me to be frightened of this, or to even be wary of it. Then, the day I got my cell, I read this at Hugo House during rehearsal… during a short span where I just wanted to escape.
You are being watched.
Surfing, physical/virtual
You feel them in your wake,
tasting where you have been
in traces you cannot help but leave.
Biometrics betray you, thwart your desire
to have, at least, the option of malignancy.
Foot, finger, iris, the very
acids you are made of
tumble, effluent, for the hounds.
You are becoming known.
Habits, perversions, the streets down which
you chase what surely can make you whole
are mapped from the silent eye
of the star you just wished upon.
It wonders who you are.
And after a day carefully logged,
midnightprayer.com received,
confession made unto
a Father Who will not forget,
Your sins remain,
long after the screen has ceased to glow.