a futurist's portrait.

I often times wonder the fate of my generation and the generations after me. We live in a society consumed with technology and media. The greater our social network expands through platforms such as Facebook + Twitter, the more we lose touch with one another - how is this possible? I see the youth of our time struggle with basic conversation, or fail at discovering activities and past-times that will enrich them beyond academia. Even today's school systems take a step back from human interaction and have implemented distance learning. What will be the reprecussions of these actions?

We buy clothes through the internet, chat through our cell phones, receive groceries to our front door, classes can now be taken online - rather than in a classroom - what is the future of functional + institutional spaces like libraries, schools, shopping plazas, and grocery stores? We've started to see franchises like Blockbuster black out like lights on a switch board all over the nation. Is this a sign that perhaps we will lose the need for many buildings and structures that occupy so much of our land?

I foresee a change - a complete turn around of the architecture and urban environments of our time. We are already becoming accustomed to minimal human interaction, as well as conducting most of our business from home and the work place  - what if that was taken one step further. Who knows? So many questions, any answers?
 

pace maker gone awry.

there's a crack in the wall.
my brain seeps through. 
i see here, now, then, when.
we were us, and they were them.
i miss everyone i've ever
known at the same time.
i care and cared for it all.
the good and the better,
the ugly and the worse.
i've been up, down, inside, and out.
squeezed in between,
and laughed til i said ouch.
tomorrow may never come
and you may cease to exist.
but what would be worst
is that a memory of us,
the last surviving thing
that proves that we were a
categorical, classifiable,
unforgettable, everlasting,
love - could vanish,
poof.
deep into the abyss of the
bolt-shaped cavity
known as my mind.
i inhale, exhale. blink slow, blink fast.
clench my fists, and dig my toes.
i'm alive,
because you live in me.