This hyperconnected world
makes invisibility
an impossibility.
You can stay off
the grid only if
you want to pay for
everything in cash
and work under the table
and not own property,
even if it’s
only your name.
There’s just too much
to steal.
Give them a SSN,
a street address,
zip code,
mother’s maiden name,
4 digit PIN,
your first phone number,
or your saliva
off a discarded paper cup
and they’ll use it
to find out
everything about you.
I change all my passwords
once a week,
starting Friday at sunset
and ending Saturday at sunset.
It’s as close to
a religious ritual
as I observe.
I keep all my money
in my security mattress,
which is made of metal
and is fireproof
and I change its password
every day.
No, you may not
take my picture.
Don’t invite me
to the high school reunion.
I ignore anything mail
from the government.
I have no pets,
no spouse,
no children,
no extended family,
no surviving kin.
I commit everything important
to memory,
which leaves little room
for anything else,
but that’s ok
because I’m safe,
and that’s the
most important
attribute of all.
It gets harder and harder to stay invisible as the poem goes on. I just figure it's like death, gonna happen eventually.
ReplyDeleteLove the wry humour in this one. True, there is no such thing as privacy any more. The mind is the most important attribute. They can never invade a mind that is determined to keep them out.:)
ReplyDeleteTough to stay off the grid these days, with the world getting more and more digital and connected.
ReplyDeleteMore than a little true. More than a little scary.
ReplyDeletethis breeds much isolation possibly loneliness. though being under the grid, not so bad
ReplyDeleteYeah. Gah!
ReplyDeleteNo privacy! True enough! Very well narrated with that kind of humor Buddah! Like your style!
ReplyDeleteHank
Excellent write :D
ReplyDeletewhen everything is under surveillance, paranoia is necessary for survival.
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