Where

We frolic through our disillusionment like running through on open field in the infancy of summer. Our social distractions curb our interests just enough to keep the world's insanity mere distant reports on NPR... We have lives, or so we think... We haven't the time for the profound. We have a plethora of daily concerns to keep us completely and utterly distracted... Is this by design, or has technology enveloped our lives to the point that our reality has grown vague and distorted? Where are the summers of our youth, where imagination ruled supreme, and our thoughts seemed more clear and focused?