Looking for needles
Navigating the online – A reflection.
By jenny K Brennan
I look for needles in arrays of…
What?
Was there ever a pattern?
Did I have it all queued correctly at one point, or was that only what I was told?
When creating the bookmark, the to-do list, the reminder, the play list.
Pixilated troops shove me.
Toward tables of hasty content
Irritated, frustrated, powerless, cleverly manipulated.
Voluntarily bending over.
I negotiate untaught patterns,
While sidestepping road signs,
Obscuring whatever view there might have been.
They block my avatar from posting correctly.
My questions.
Overload.
Overload.
You shout “Find your way!”
But you second guess me,
Say you believe in me,
And ten thousand others,
Just as unique as me.
How lucky must I not be?
You annoy me.
You irritate me.
You advice me to be what I would never be.
Banners, directions, arrows, commands
You block my view but insist on intruding.
For my sake?
I don’t think so.
I don’t remember…
…privacy.
Cluttered avenues, Nested paths, numbered maps.
No road in sight.
Spiders inspect streams; analyze virtually everywhere I’ve been.
On demand.
For my well-being?
I don’t think so
Bugs. Everywhere bugs.
I see no life
Words, everywhere words.
I see no plot
Where is the synopsis, the cover letter, the correct format, the author bio?
On facebook?
I don’t think so