Last Saturday evening I had the pleasure of enjoying a several hours long blackout. Happily we were the smallest bit prepared by which I mean in possession of a flashlight, a couple of candles and a reliable enough LTE connection that I could still stream whatever baseball game was on to my tiny phone. Despite narrowly dodging any contact with society at large I did still have a few moments to ruminate on my own ludicrous dependence upon electricity. The noticeable gut clench when it’s no longer available. Another, Untitled, for your displeasure. March 31, 2018.
Modern toys we love now so true
Like all other addictions grew
Didn’t perceive the danger there
Too late to shed my zombie stare
Then they’re gone the colors black
Redundant screens all function lack
We stride tall as Titans most days
Dissecting Worlds, accepting praise
Remember though when power fails
Prepare to walk down other trails.
Addiction is an admittedly strong word to use. Not because technology specifically doesn’t meet the criteria as an addictive “substance” but rather because it is directly responsible for the improvement of many lives. If something betters your health, professional ambitions etc. can it still be considered as harmful. My guess is it’s like pretty much every issue ever in which it splits somewhere in the middle between the two.
That all said, I’m relatively confident I am not addicted to gadgets. I can stop anytime I want.
-Alex Blaikie
dReadpoetssobriety
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
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