This day is cold, digital, black-on-white
like every day stretching forward
until the end of the world.
I miss the fuzz of photographs
taken with an analog, Polaroid blur
easily forgotten in the back of a closet.
Or the loss of time and geolocation,
once achieved by taking our bikes
and pedaling away from our parents’ houses
to wooded trails to swim in streams.
No one knew where we were,
and no one worried about it,
at least not with the obsessive, hyperventilating,
second-to-second hunger of this new century.
I have access to every bit of information ever placed online,
and I am still lost,
because finding a path through infinite data
is like moving to a New York that encompasses the whole world,
and leaving all the small cities and towns empty like shells,
then wandering the streets looking for someone I recognize
to make me feel human again.