They swim in fiber, without flesh or blood,
drone sharks with soulless eyes, sniffing out clicks,
devouring silence, with teeth of algorithm and calm.
They don’t roar, they don’t scream—
they merely suggest, with fake smiles and filters in a row.
The truth? A meme in freefall, in a sea of noise that never ends.
The networks cast shiny bait, baits of likes, likes, promises.
And we, shoals of scattered attention, dance to the beat of their haste.
Coherence? An extinct luxury, like fossils of ethics in digital museums.
Everything is fragment, everything is instant, in a feed that never returns.
Time is no longer a line—it is a loop, an eternal scroll, without digestion.
Thinking has become an obsolete gesture, feeling, a notification.
The media, with the voice of a worn-out oracle,
sell certainties in shallow packaging.
And anyone who doubts is immediately branded
as a heretic in a threat arena.
Postmodernity: a costume party, where the self is a selfie
and the other is a reflection. Identity?
A changed filter, in a game of meaningless mirrors.
Language implodes into irony, discourse is remix, parody,
noise. And meaning, that ancient castaway, floats lost, unheard.
Drone sharks prowl silently, with sensors of fear and desire.
They know what you click, what you keep silent,
and they shape the world to their liking.
But there are those who swim against the current,
who disconnect, who tear the veil.
For even in the most guarded sea,
there is always a scream that breaks the sky.
What an amazing and truthful piece. This word is fucked! Brilliance is written all over this piece. Great work my friend.
Thanks! Appreciate you!
Wow, what great metaphor in this.
The state of politics and the state of journalism.
And we fall for it all and go after the bait and get caught in the net of despair and anger.
Really strong writing…telling it like it is, reminds me of The Beats.
j.
Thanks! Appreciate you! Postmodern is a full deception.
Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, next level amazing. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate you back. Big hug my friend.
‘The networks cast shiny bait, baits of likes, likes, promises.
And we, shoals of scattered attention, dance to the beat of their haste.
Coherence? An extinct luxury, like fossils of ethics in digital museums.
Everything is fragment, everything is instant, in a feed that never returns.
Time is no longer a line—it is a loop, an eternal scroll, without digestion.
Thinking has become an obsolete gesture, feeling, a notification.’
Today’s essential thought, set within thinking out of the normal box – forever welcome. Focus on the might be will.. the other has had its day – perhaps?
Everything is fragment. Future is always tomorrow. Appreciate you.