I hate digital technology
The lie that it makes my life easier
What it does is allow a violation of personal space
There is nowhere to go to escape the incessant clamour
In sheer desperation I turn it off
To steal a moment or two of peace
But the backlash of animosity
That I would have the audacity
To want to escape the grid
Drives me to my knees
Living the pages of a post-apocalyptic 80s novella
Lost the plot
Is there anywhere left untainted?
If so, take me there
And leave me
In peace
And quiet
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