Connected by Sarah Helena

Phones ringing without hesitation, this becomes the nation of unworldly attachment to instant reaction. The obscurity of our age set on fire by technologically advanced parasites, everyone’s turning into the same person, paralysed. Fuelled with mortal visions of an ease that is impatiently awaiting us at the gates, or some tunnel, in any case I’ve heard that there’s light. Some people call it peace. But … Continue reading Connected by Sarah Helena