They don’t tell you that one day you will be in a beach house filled And warm With people you met through a small screen in your hand. That the screens will be there too. That yours will light up and somehow Someone a few feet away will have sent you (silently) A group photo…

via Waiting For The Dystopia — Thought Catalog

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