The Small Glass World. Poem by Michael Cochrane

The telephone was invented that distance would disappear.
Its now in every hand, but now we find distance has returned, we see no one permanently looking down.

We miss so much we humans should not serve a machine.

Wake up and see the world with your hands free and your eyes free from constant feeds that only the machine wants you to see.
Its a illusion of mirrors that many are trapped in.
So put away the phone and have conversations with friends and family face to face.