Stepping inside the steel elevator and watching the light slip away.
From that long sliver in the middle.
Hearing doors slide together like an
un-oiled hinge on a hot summer day.
You know, elevators are like a
speed dating contest
Except without the dating
But double the speed.
Where random people are thrown together in a room for a brief moment
In some ridiculous, lovely experiment
And hope that some reaction will occur.
But those who will witness this display
Expecting some sort of reality T.V show screenplay
Will sorely be betrayed.
For if you place strangers in a box
These strangers will have
No signs of interaction
No signs of social action.
For these strangers― as if by reaction
Will move to their devices.
Their phones― with ever growing prices.
A hunger for touch-screens that never suffices.
And when the elevator finally dings,
They all leave, head still looking down,
Drawn forth like puppets on a string
Led by their blue-lit, attention stealing evil machines
Machines preventing people from having any social traction.
Despite being a foot away from a human distraction
When did it become so difficult to talk to others beside you
When did online become our home― and reality our exit.
When did going from point A to
Taking the bus
Become so silent and so removed.
That I might as well have taken the stairs.