When We Left The Paper World...
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| Paradigm bubbles bursting in air. |
The feel of paper was everywhere,
Nothing was done without turning a page,
Not finding pizza,
Not calling a ride,
Not passing notes,
Not looking up your contacts,
Not reading stories,
Not reading news,
Not even looking at ads - well - except TV,
Not finding your way in the world,
Not looking at your pics,
Definitely not sending mail,
Not taking notes,
Not creating docs or spreads,
Not presentations,
Your fingers did as much walking on paper as you did on the street.
You could feel everything with your fingers,
Paper pencil and pen,
And clickety-clackety-ding metal keys.
Grocery bags are back,
Imagine that,
Almost the first to go it seems.
Now every last bit,
And music and TV too,
In your pocket.
All those textures,
All those sizes,
All those colors.
Paper planes and paper boats,
Origami swans,
Fortunes in cookies,
Maybe we can keep that last,
That something organic now just feels like stony glass.
But we abide.
We abide.
We're spinning and swiping and pinching zooms on those screens.
A paradigm that changed the touch of almost everything in the world.
We're spinning and swiping,
Stepping screen-tied and asleep through an Azlantean door,
The White Rabbit is silently leading,
Do we even notice?
AI is here to help.
Less swiping and tapping for us,
Razzle-dazzle.
If paper was a Moon-sized paradigm bubble,
Screens are gas giants,
Viruses equal asteroids and comets.
AI is a galaxy of paradigm shift.
Lift your head.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)
Compassion is the greatest sign of Humanity.