On a brief escape to the ocean, I watched people live through screens, even with the waves crashing at their feet.
It struck me: are we capturing memories, or surrendering our ability to remember?
Have we grown so fragile that we trust a device more than our own soul to hold what matters?
Thanks for Listening.
Stay safe and keep rocking 🤘
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Whispers in wires,
Ghosts in glass,
“In umbra interrete…”
We reach for warmth
But none will pass.
In the chamber of a thousand screens,
We type, we scroll, we don’t ask why.
Where faces flicker, fractured dreams,
No voice is heard, no eye meets eye…
Oh, strangers bound by light and code,
Together lost, alone we go…
In halls of grey,
We fade,
You fade,
I fade,
We fade away.
Sanctum silentii, lux falsitatis,
Beneath the veil, we cease to be.
Et animae in tenebris,
Connected, but not free.
Your avatar smiles, but your heart is still,
Your silence screams through every thrill.
We gather here in phantom crowds,
Our heads held low, our voices loud.
They’re scrolling through our lives…
But they never look at ours.
We are more than shadows!
We bleed, we ache, we’re flesh!
We say, “Ad te specto…”
But who answers at last?
We share, we like…
We cry alone.
A million hearts,
But none our own.
And still we praise this kingdom dead.
This glowing tomb above our bed!
Spectra verborum vacua.
Sanctum silentii, vox deserta,
A shadowed grace we fail to see.
Animus fractus, lux secreta,
Together, digitally free.
Et nunc cadimus…
Et semper quaerimus…
In silence we remain?
In silence we remain?