I miss the old days of color coded walls that facebook was
born from
Scary chat room late nights that were mentioned in slight
shame
I miss gay book stores and seedy adult places
Where push pins in note cards on cork boards
Expressed needs too dark to speak in everyday
I miss manners and shame
Shame was an everyday occurrence in some ways
I miss social accountability and human interactions
Some things have slipped too
far away
Now all meetings are in chat
Social circles are infinite
Now everyone lives in Warhol’s
fifteen
All the bright and dark places
have smeared into gray
Networking was once for
business
Networking was once for politics
Networking is now for all
things
Buy me, fuck me, fuck them,
hate them
Like the picture, like my
idea, like what I do
It’s all so diluted
So empty
Not a novelty
Not a phase
Some things have slipped too
far away
Now shame is a commodity
Now gay is a political stance
Now sex is on your phone
Now your phone is a part of
you
Now technology is a fashion
statement
Now food is a movement
Now disconnection is the norm
Now faces are found only in
pictures
And voices are disappearing
And conversations
And art
And life
Are all online
