Prisoners Here of Our Own Device

When I was little, I remember my mom and I being fogged in at Heathrow Airport in London, waiting for a TWA flight to take us home to New York. I remember people straggled  everywhere about the airport.  At 3 or 4 years old, I was perplexed because there was no place to sit down, or sleep.  I don’t remember much else about that visit, other than my mom explaining we had to fly, “the long way home”.

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Their minds are Facebook twisted.  They got the Snapchat filters.  They got a lot virtual boys, they call friends.  How they sit in the courtyard, to top off charge. Some post to remember, some tweet to forget.

Those memories came rushing back to me on short a layover in Houston last year.  As I transitioned from one section of the airport to another, I found travelers sprawled out on the floors and leaning against the walls.  In this case, they weren’t stuck between hither and yon waiting for the weather to clear, they were seeking charges for their devices.   I wondered how many of these people are charging for immediate need vs compulsion.

Wherever you are headed this new year, stay safe.

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Prisoners Here of Our Own Device

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