Craig Goldsmith
The Always Connected Age
Phone is sewn into my hand,
Headset twines, spirals into my ears.
There is no escape.Artificial light so bright it stings my red rimmed eyes,
vibrates again in anticipation, another …
Phone is sewn into my hand,
Headset twines, spirals into my ears.
There is no escape.
Artificial light so bright it stings my red rimmed eyes,
vibrates again in anticipation, another …