Are You Real?

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ernet interchanged our voiceboxes for tapping fingers and melted our brains down to puddles of insta-moments in time</p><p id="6a37">You don’t know me, but I feel like you know me and I, in turn, know you a stranger on an app with a plethora of overlapping interests and a hotbed of intellectual curiosity Maybe you are a bot and with my track record for initial misjudgments and miscalculations this might be better</p><p id="b5b3">You type long and responsive notes to me Ones that I have to answer with the same fervor And every time I think we have said too much, we go for more and it’s overflowing with thought patterns and interludes of a long lost conversation One that was lost inside the grabby hands of technology</p><p id="b65d">We haven’t spoken and we haven’t met and only time will tell if we

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will Only time will tell if we are both human beings traversing the same network of lost souls always asking the same questions Are you real?</p><p id="c1e3">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="84d7">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="3854" class="link-block"> <a href="https://psiloveyou.xyz/do-you-think-of-me-c18d2fc5b938"> <div> <div> <h2>Do You Think of Me?</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>psiloveyou.xyz</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*qHA9hAhDCiUhpViv)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

It’s a testament to modern culture that I can be so hopeful based on some messages on a tiny screen from someone I can’t verify I literally don’t know if you exist or if you are just another pleasure bot or a hybrid algorithm designed to tell me everything I want to hear

It’s nice though, the way you talk to me and ask me questions like people used to do before the Internet interchanged our voiceboxes for tapping fingers and melted our brains down to puddles of insta-moments in time

You don’t know me, but I feel like you know me and I, in turn, know you a stranger on an app with a plethora of overlapping interests and a hotbed of intellectual curiosity Maybe you are a bot and with my track record for initial misjudgments and miscalculations this might be better

You type long and responsive notes to me Ones that I have to answer with the same fervor And every time I think we have said too much, we go for more and it’s overflowing with thought patterns and interludes of a long lost conversation One that was lost inside the grabby hands of technology

We haven’t spoken and we haven’t met and only time will tell if we will Only time will tell if we are both human beings traversing the same network of lost souls always asking the same questions Are you real?

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