Remote, Controlled

I never cease to be surprised
at how fast in prosperous societies
new technologies germinate,
from breezy aspirations for the near-future
to become nervous stabs 

at the unknown life in the present.

It is as if there is now no difference
between the experience of a life
and the half life of a life-style.

With the optimism of advertising,
we seem to be just buttons to be pressed.
We exist less to stroke one another,
more to press and be pressed
into serving a barren future.