My Digital Plague
I’m dragged into a virtual world of codes daily. There in that valley, an irresistible fascination and a whispering concern, transforms me into something alien - battling my digital demons.
Every day is inevitably tiring; I click, type and enter this world. Suddenly I’m surrounded by an overwhelming invasion of aliens. I backspace; try to shift, but their mobility and fashionable grip on me Ctrl my moves. Then I pause - break, try to upgrade my hits: 1, 2, 3. But the aliens inject me with their multiple insidious diseases. I slowly contract some insane after effect experiences: Speed dial moves, focus on subjects, zoom in, zoom out, click on this , click on that -Bluetooth into the brain, just couldn’t get my senses. I twitted, I tagged; it became worse.
Before I realized it, I was a half alien, locked up in the “Silly Valley”, Googling my dreams to be one of them, with my Negro skin suffering the hypodermic injections of their insatiable grid.
Every day is inevitably tiring; I click, type and enter this world. Suddenly I’m surrounded by an overwhelming invasion of aliens. I backspace; try to shift, but their mobility and fashionable grip on me Ctrl my moves. Then I pause - break, try to upgrade my hits: 1, 2, 3. But the aliens inject me with their multiple insidious diseases. I slowly contract some insane after effect experiences: Speed dial moves, focus on subjects, zoom in, zoom out, click on this , click on that -Bluetooth into the brain, just couldn’t get my senses. I twitted, I tagged; it became worse.
Before I realized it, I was a half alien, locked up in the “Silly Valley”, Googling my dreams to be one of them, with my Negro skin suffering the hypodermic injections of their insatiable grid.
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