It’s a world that constantly moves. Everyone is on their own conveyor belt and no one has time to stop. Phones in hand and faces to the screen.
Poor little girl. She keeps holding out her hands to her mommy, calling out “I need you, I need you!” She doesn’t hear and stands still. The conveyor moves her mother along. The girl doesn’t know that she can run to mother. She never gave her little girl the opportunity to learn.
Poor little boy. He keeps throwing the baseball to his friend, but his friend doesn’t throw it back. He just lets it sit next to him and decides that the web is more interesting, more engaging. Why throw a ball when you can watch it on TV? It’s less work and far less tiring.
Poor wife. She keeps holding out her hands to her husband, calling out “I need you, I need you!” He hears her but doesn’t seem to care. Why would he need her if he has his business and personal screen? Money, distractions, check, check. Someone who needs attention.. It’s too much effort.
Poor husband. He keeps holding out his hands to his ex-wife, saying “I need you now, I need you.” She hears him but doesn’t care. Why bother with the hurt? The phone that she hated so much is now her lover, her friend. Why go back to the man who cheated on her?
Poor people in a poor world. It’s a world that constantly moves. Everyone is on their own conveyor belt and no one has time to stop. Phones in hand and faces to the screen.
All in a silent scream.