We live today,
In selfies and
Six second clips.
We yearn for likes
And retweets
And shit.
It’s a weird world,
But it’s still the
World nonetheless.
So post what you can,
Or be left for dead.
Post It
We live today,
In selfies and
Six second clips.
We yearn for likes
And retweets
And shit.
It’s a weird world,
But it’s still the
World nonetheless.
So post what you can,
Or be left for dead.
Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon. View more posts
I guess you’re right in some sense. I’m getting tired of it though. Because when I tried doing it nobody gave a fuck, but now that I don’t care people read!
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but thats it. no one gives a shit either way. people are too concerned with themselves. but to not post at all is to be dead, in a sense, so we post anyway. because its better to be alive and ignored than dead and forgotten altogether. maybe.
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Someone told me I should stick post its to my face because I am so forgetful. Idiots..then I’d only be reminded when looking into a mirror.. providing I can read backwards… post ‘that’…
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haha “idiots” … just carry a mirror with you everywhere. obviously
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There’s something here…I grew up among guys who would pontificate in bars and clubs entertaining their peers between shifts. Lives were horribly intertwined dramas. For better or worse, no one was alone. Now that crew is all dead, there are no shifts and the peers exist only inside machines. I remember carrying on conversations walking down a street with a pack of guys only stopping when someone, usually me, would get hit by a car or chased by the cops. Couldn’t run now on a bet.
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times have changed. thank you for the comment
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A lot of truth in that statement!
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thank you
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Truth
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Very well said. Bulls eye
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thank you. that is kind
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