Staring at these screens, I wonder
if I’ll get sucked inside and live in the vastness
of our Great Collective Unconscious like so many
writers have prophesied.
They tell me about virtual reality – I cringe,
then remind myself you can’t stop progress:
technology accelerates like a sped-up audio file,
and when it gets to the end, will we even
hear the final sound?
(Photo by Reagan Freeman on Unsplash)
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