Sunday, September 05, 2010

Distraction

As I grow older, it becomes increasingly difficult to tell the pretence of reading from reading itself, so that I begin to suspect that theree is a quality of attention I am no longer capable of, a willingness to be absorbed by the page that I no longer possess. As it is, I find myself glancing at my Blackberry every ten minutes, holding it's gaze for the two seconds necessary to ascertain if the light is blinking, the tiny wink that tells me I am wanted, that my attention is required, as it already is, elsewhere.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

pity..

PJ said...

Came across this on CNN after reading your post:

http://edition.cnn.com/2010/TECH/web/09/16/internet.brain.carr/index.html?hpt=Sbin

Jasmine said...

pity.