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Where Are We All Going

Where are we all going his daily appeal it’s not really knowing the pace and uncertainty that has him agog we’re moving so fast bubbling and roiling in a tumultuous fog with ubiquitous gadget at rest in his palms keyboard and thumbs ready to play thumbs adroitly evolved to deliver whatever it is he chooses to say information and knowledge with no limit abound opinions and egos both delicate and brash new things to offend every day being found labels and pronouns more important than air it can no longer be called as it’s always been seen referring to someone by gender or size now admonished as being disrespectful and mean with all of this change awash in his head his thumbs are on pause, ready to send all he wants is a “delivered to home” take-away meal but is profoundly concerned that “short” crust will offend.

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