Upon finishing with love,
and starting anew,
I found an unwelcome kink
in my otherwise comfortably adjusted frame of reference.
It brought with it the slight nausea of a hangover,
a lingering whiff of jet exhaust from a hard night,
possibly involving rough reason,
or something similar.
I’m usually content
with my (admittedly incomplete) understanding
of the role humanity plays in the universe,
and in particular,
with the role that technology plays as that narrative builds.

And lately that technology story is getting pretty damn interesting .
I’d argue that our society’s creation of
and reaction to digital technologies is
pretty much the most important narrative in the world at present.

But I give up and watch Netflix,
wish for love,
am I right?