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,
We are farming the fundamental failures of the future.
Patched up with cyber suture.
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