Sequin dreams,

Fabricated followers

Fraying at the seams.

Sporadic addicts of millennial means.


We are the download digestive,

The digital biscuit.

Clear the cookies;

Wipe the history

We’re mixing up some misfits.


Practising and pixel playing,



Virus slaying.


We are farming the fundamental failures of the future.

Internet infection,

Patched up with cyber suture.


Social satire,

Freely feeding the online empire.


Imagine the eradication of all imagination.

Since when did play need a station?

We are bringing up the X-box generation.


Let’s rewind and find the time

To blink and think with pen and ink.

Turn the page,

Don’t click the hyperlink.

Words: Sarah Louise

Illustration: Jean Jullien