There may come a dreadful day
When the rich beg on the streets for love
With their digital wallets full
But hearts empty.
Money will just be a piece of paper.
That cannot be consumed
That cannot be breathed
Cannot be lived with.
Can we escape the present reality?
Can we blame those who are stuck on their phones like zombies?
Who are indifferent if it is a pole or a human they just ran into?
Loneliness has become such a default part of our lives.
That we feel more alone in people’s company.
