Edited

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You start to get antsy and look towards the exit.  Conversation

was flowing smoothly through texts and Facebook messaging. He

was perfect, quick to respond and witty. Where did he go? Who is

this statue like verbal starfish. Voice so monotone, almost as if he’s

never experienced human communication.  ‘I’ll be right back,’ you tell

him. Walking towards the restroom, you scan the cafe, searching for

answers. People connected with people in the virtual world while losing

trace of physical interaction. They’ve all forgot how to look  into each

other’s eyes and how to trade  simple hellos and goodbyes. Everything is

edited, baring a percentage of what they want their audience to witness.

No longer vulnerable, no longer human. Feeling defeated, you want to

delete this newly acquired awareness. Ignorance was better than this.

Photographer Unknown