A Bubble of Brooding

Posted: February 9, 2017 in Blur of Life

The older I get, the more I miss the late 70’s/early 80’s: The last bit of innocence; that final slide before we were submerged in a kaleidoscopic world of technological instant gratification and on-demand [mis]information, with the ability to disconnect from others with the apathetic press of a tiny screen.

I’m midway between the mindset of a Generation X’r and a Millennial. My thoughts are in plaid, tie dye, and a nice button-up. My mind purrs like the relaxing cackle of a 56k baud modem and the subconscious hiss of used vinyl rotating under an electrified needle.

And here is yet another mundane memory stamp on the virtual snapshot timeline of this particular moment. Something for someone to assume, judge, and/or scroll past, then be forgotten by morning.


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