Clearly, I needed to get something off my chest. It all started after a crowded bus ride after a crazy day at work, then sitting at a franchise hair-cutting place waiting my turn, looking across the parking lot at a sign on a fitness club that said, “Somewhere to Belong”. I took up my pen and notebook and this happened:
The Age of Idiots
by Ronald Kok
We all need somewhere to belong
But do we all belong somewhere?
Some of us drift, carried on an internet stream
Friends defined by who likes our randomly censored lives on Facebook
Is anyone thinking of you now? Right now?
As you sit unplugged and unconnected.
When you are far from trending
Do you stop existing? Stop being?
Does your skin and bones and hair count for anything?
Virtually nothing, virtually
This world has grown small and small-minded
It no longer smells of soil, tastes of air
Fingertips stroke plastic far more than skin
People become flat and bodiless
Become nothing to you
May be they are next door
Who knows? Who cares?
In touch like never before
The distance between us never greater
Stuck to the same Web
Seems there is no way to untangle
We all get consumed
Life is lived skin on skin
On the tongue, in the ears, under the feet
Life is moving, growing, changing
What is this then if not death?
Static, unreal, pixilated
Viruses our greatest fear
Fear now digitized, everywhere
Information Age is the Age of Idiots
The Unenlightenment it may be called
Or the Era of Inertia
How proud we will be
Consumers who are constantly consumed
We may all die of consumption
Many die daily depending on
Likes and followers and hashtags and shares
What possesses us to desire
Smoke and mirrors?
The Kool-Aid we’re given to drink?
I’m as guilty as you
As my fingers stroke this keyboard
As I stare at a screen
As I post this photo, this thought, this meme, this bit of forgettable crap
For what? I need to know
And find the good at the heart
Of this Age of Idiots
Of this time of my idiocy
2 thoughts on “A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 60: The Age of Idiots”
This was particularly timely today. I’ve been fixated by the news, via school media and by newspapers online. I’ve taken on your mission of creating dangerously, and stuck to it through the middle of February, but then got depressed again by the news. It’s been hard to disconnect from the virtual umbilical cord. How do you do it?