This writing was inspired by Ploum, specifically le privatisation de nos sens and la nouveau transhumanisme it is of note that these are both in french, but translation tools work well on them if you can't read francais.
Walking down the street one would see An entire populace in reverie Everyone with a device All tuning out beauty A screen glows bright And bright makes right An earbud blasts music Nature be damned And in the mind Surrounded by attacks It can't help but rot To all decay Replaced A box, a corp, something noisy Drown out the inside Fill up with happiness A big sippy cup A robot. Once a person.
This is a little low quality, as I've been creatively blocked for a while. But I do intend to get out more creative stuff.