Bedroom

I thought I captured the stars 

That they would appear on my palm 

And I would dominate 

But I lost myself 

And I lost myself 

Because baby,

your brain is a bedroom. 

24/12/15

A.T.

Internet

Here we are. 

Breathing in the air of a world that ushered in an era of the tech savvy generation ; a system of the internet which inexorably intruded into the most naked of our lives. 

Well, the social media is a beautiful place isn't it? 

So beautiful,so brutal,so cold. 

what do we do here then

Perhaps it's full of 'creativity' and People hold large scale discussions, people schedule protests, people share data on homemade bombs, people expose state authorities, people get self radicalized, people practice patriarchy, people raise an idyllic image, people get commodified, people exploit commercializing, people get influenced, people get undermined,people get hurt, people get deceived... 

 Because the internet raised us.

 It spells of superficiality and menace. 

 That somedays, we forgot the distinctions between real and fake, love and hate. 

We want vivid memories. 

We want genuine feels. 

We want social cohesiveness. 

 Maybe if life moved at a slower pace,we could take the time to savour the experience and start loving the people.

 Maybe if stories of time travelling exist, we would time travel and return to the place where the truth was above everything else. 

 And maybe if people were all made of pure hearts and gold intentions, we wouldn't be so skeptical of each other.

 But maybe, maybe, maybe.. 

 Today, We wake up to an Internet age.

 Everyday, we wake up to an Internet age. 

 What comes after this? 

 Let the innovators manipulate.

18/12/15

A.T.