Once I thought, The information age, Would pave my way,
I thought information, Would help me, In making my day.
This seemed to work out. At glance.
But the more information I get, The more I can take part: The smaller I feel, The stronger my feeling I fall.
And the more I get stuck, In the impertinent thought, I cannot succeed, Not at all.
While I might have been special, Two decades or so ago,
I am now a grain of sand, on the wide beach:
Of other people, And projects, And posts– Of live streams, And feeds, And digital shows.
I am going under as bit, In any such cluster I fit–
–Carla Fischer »From My Pencil Case« carlafischer.tumblr.com