Written by Jacob Ibrag
He walked past the same park on the way to work and back
every day for the past fifteen years. Lots has changed since then.
The park was now a desolate memory. There hasn’t been a soul seen
on the basketball court for the longest time. Sweat used to be a trophy
that you had to earn here. Happiness was measured by the amount of filth
and dirt you acquired between your nails. It wasn’t like that anymore. As
the years went on, technology’s stronghold on us became a reality. Applications
on phones took the place of our minds. Mental growth was halted by swiping
left or right. Just the other day he read that divorce rates were going down. Love
conquers all in the end, right? Wrong. Love took a backseat, no time for that.
Marriage was only between the person and their cell phone carrier. It’s all about
getting the perfect angle and lighting on that thirteenth selfie that Instagram
thirsts for. If you don’t get that twentieth like on your photo, it’s been a waste
of a day. Instant gratification perverted the nation. He wasn’t immune to any
of it. We were all part of the herd and the system was our Sheppard. With
hope fading from his mind, something special caught his eye. It was a
group of kids at the park playing a game of Frisbee. Technology
was finally paying off, because the frisbee was a broken down
IPhone. Faith in humanity partially restored.