We hangout remotely with pretend friends
we share these moments all alone
we strive for virtue virtually
self-promoting these stage clothes
we search for soul in every blue forgotten room
and they wont know us at all
once a moment of nostalgia
now forms a sharp repressing cast
abstraction evolves from past lives renewed
through change in latitude we leave behind empathy
darling, you know me
but I don't know you at all
fifteen minutes of fame (all day long)
self-image we created (self-delusion)
fingertips paint the screen
my children will have to teach me
and I won't know them at all
in solitude we long for union
in union we sell for collected change
but how will I miss you if you won't go away?
darling, you know me
but I don't know you at all
no longer intimate
no longer physical
so I don't know you at all
"Hello. These are the things left behind in your wake: distraction, disconnection, conformity, waste, irrelevance, debt, narcissism, regret, disease, isolation, and bodies."