Flesh and blood quickly becoming a thing of the past, live interaction going out like the cut of my jeans. A diary for the world to read, what a strange concept. No longer stuffed between matress and springs, not hidden from small prying siblings.
This book of faces, a declaration to the world, a digital facebook, a brilliant creation. A history of an entire civilization stored in bytes, where children are displayed like prize winning fair animals. Generation X converts their memories to mega bytes. Generation 'why' finds a new place to be angry.
Old lovers and friends faces haunting my dreams again. Some reunions sweet, dripping sugar, others painful, twenty year old scabs removed. So many years past teen spirit, past superficial judgment and yet strangely a cast system comes rushing back with no cause. A cheerleader's body ruined by alcohol and too many babies, but still she believes she is somehow better than me. The sweet boy no one noticed now in the hollywood spotlight, suddenly everyone wants to be his friend.
Joyful memories of fun times with good friends catch me off guard and bring me to tears. A love from sixth grade, handsome even grey, a wonderful find but rude, crushed even after all these years. Emotions running hot and high as if still charged by the hormones of youth.
A dark cloud with a silver lining? A brilliant new interface? Pushing so hard to connect to everyone, quickly typing conversations to fill curiosity. Wondering how many years away we are from complete physical disconnect. Will our children go to school online to avoid the bullies and the drugs? How is honest communication achieved in our cyber world without a voice, without body language? How long until we all live in a small box without windows, only a bed and a computer? Sperm banks shipping product via FedEx already.
So how long? Maybe a book of faces can tell us.
