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Jan 2016
We are surrounded by humanity in this bus. We are breathing one another in and yet out eyes are glued to our screens and our minds are drowning in utter crap. We consider it to be socializing if the other person is typing. I suppose it is in a way, but nothing will ever compensate for the touch of a hand or the real, unaltered laugh of a relative stranger because they could become a friend. It breaks my heart to see so many people absorbed by technology rather than a decent conversation. Yes I am aware I'm a hypocrite because I am typing this, but how else may I get it across to the rest of the world? We can't all read the same piece of paper...
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
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