Unplug

    For once I would like to truly unplug, escape the noise of industry, abandon the electronic world we built avatars of Illusion around. We did this already, culturally, after unplugging from nature centuries ago. It was a gradual loss, far lower than the internet's infection rate. It happened nonetheless, that once all that was familiar to us was the sound of wind, rain, birds and insects; whereas now all we can hear is the sound of each other, funneled through our devices against a background of urban activity. 

    Help, get me out of here! My nostalgia for nature is too great. But the system has such a tight grip on me that it is more or less a prison of civilization I am trapped in, unconsciously a disciple of freedom which is perhaps just a rationalization for the vulnerability of being held hostage in a beehive of coins.

    The phone is the cell that holds us. Yet even without it we would be entranced by some other godless mechanical contraption that addicts us by elevating dopamine levels. We've been sedated by nameless beasts that steal our souls for the fantasy of comfort. No wonder mass shootings and suicides are at record highs. Amid all the clamor, gossip, drama, swipings and scrollings, we yearn to break free, to experience what the word truly means; to eject the cord from our medicated minds; to unplug. Nature is now a distant relative, subject to our needs, there for the taking without a hint of guilt, to be constructed into nothing out of pieces of us.