As a tech absorbed person with aging cells..hooked on smartphones…I just wondered…
The world is big.
Apple of my i βμ.
The world ends, begins, at fingers
or maybe toes
A different adventure
Even to Manchester, Mark Baby.
The physical world’s core processor
When a virtual one is more accessible
And often more fun?
Esc is the new Func of life.
*Editor’s problem: I renamed this poem several times. First it was Torn between worlds. Then Escape between worlds. Then History of Escape = Computer. But none of these titles were quite right. The Tomorrow People may or may not be right, but it was a TV show I remember watching when we visited England in the 70s. So for now, this is the title.