Friday, March 02, 2012

Electronic love-science / Science & social networks

Beauty upon my fingers
The eyes bedazzled
Mediated realities
Scopic individualities
Through a looking glass

How the leafs move
And the wind speaks to me
Through patterns and equations
Reality reduced in nothing more but a few lines

What are you to me?
What am I to you?
All there is
Numbers and constructs
Linear on a white paper

Our story bits and bytes
Our talk
Last night

Tell me really
Did we ever exist?
But we must have
My dreams wet,
I wake up
If this is not reality then what is?

Images on screens
Lines mediated
Like usurped
Absconded minutes
In a networked time


Hfaistiwnas said...

Καλό μεσημέρι!

Covenant said...

Καλό Μεσημέρι!