tiny glowing squares penetrate my retinas and spike into my brain quick-fix pleasure migraine [a drug, almost] six-inch screen turned shrine temple television: be my proxy mother father friend and lover digital aura glow comfort and sedate me: tell me i'm beautiful tell me i'm right tell me you love me tell me you'll never leave my side
it's tempting to think modern technology can replace the warmth of human love and compassion. but it can't.