There was a cell phone in my pocket – turned silent…no power on earth would have urged me to take a call at that time. I was re-living a simple magic. I was remembering how and why it was so important – to be able to focus that way.

That we have techological devices that enable us to perform time-spliced miracles is not, I think, the issue.
That they are powerful addictions, with haunting siren calls bidding us to disengage from the moment…is our human failing.
They just sit there and do nothing, wallowing in their impotence, without our engagement.
That engagement can feel like the alcoholic’s reach for a bottle – or a toddler’s tentative overture toward an open candle flame.
A hollowed out soul is a mighty powerful vaccum to fill.

Perhaps it is after all, just a better balance that is required to properly align the activity of our lives. What is it that has commanded us to take such leave of connection to reality, in order to participate in virtual illusion? (foolish chances, dangerous choices, opportunity for truly knowing, feeling and understanding the mood of the moment…cast aside for a finger-twitching reflexed “communication.”)

I always thought it odd, while in high school, that technical and media studies were referred to as “Communications”…as if, somehow, that was the only way to do it, or do it better.

….as if we have become immersed in a strange compulsion to make our intimacies public…as if it is only that way we feel we can truly become visible, or known, or completed.