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when privacy died

there was a time i remember it well when one could go away for a while & not be noticed. there was a time i remember it well when one could turn off everything & not be contacted, not be sought after, not be checked up on, not be held to a response, not be interrupted & not be harmed. there was a time when two lovers could pack themselves away, far from prying eyes, far from curious conspirators, far from the rest of the vultures who prey upon fleeting bits of happiness, like they hadn’t had a bite of carcass to eat in days. there was a time when the youth of the world, didn’t voluntarily offer up all the details of their lives to those very same agencies of government who will come to their house & tear them from their families, who will lock them up & throw away the key, who will keep them incarcerated for the better part of their known existence, just because zuckerberg, dorsey & the rest of the opportunists, said so. but when privacy died everything changed, lighting the fuse for the slavery to come. lighting the fuse for the slavery to come. lighting the fuse for the slavery to come.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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