There was a world once and it was angry and it was violent but it was beautiful because it was ours. It was vast and open and unknown, it hated us and we loved it back.
There is a world now and it is silent and it is scared and it has no idea where it's going or where it came from. It is small, closed and transparent. It doesn't care about us because we stopped caring about it.
This world is not mine or yours, it's barely even theirs. This world is ownerless, lost and apart whilst never having been so close.
You and I, we and they, so connected by wires that stretch for miles that we can barely connect over fences that are inches thick. Or maybe I'm just getting older while it's getting younger.