Jacqueline Proshan ‘21
And on the second day
God created screens that radiated a glaring, hollow noise
And God saw that it was bad and regretted all that had been done
And it was evening, and it was morning, the 21st century.
Primitive bodies and minds no longer exist
Only the alternate, third version of our beings
Created by the current that connects bodies to taut wires.
Stagnant stares are indelible and intelligence has become artificial
Words that used to taste like fresh grapes are now made of bright purple flavoring
Inalterable pictures shift before our eyes and are jumbled together into hazy shards
Soon every evening you’ll stare at yourself in the elevator mirror
And think about
How you are bored of your lifeless reflection
Because it will not miraculously transform as your screen does –
Cannot capture your vanished reflection.