by Tomas Veres
Head down. Reserved eyes. Busy heart. All attention, existence directed to one small object. Marked with a bitten apple, marked with the nobl symbol. While over there next door, real apples are blooming in charming orchards. Real beauty unfolds at every step. On every untaken step. We used to be part of an infinite universe. Until we swapped the life-challenging stimulation for a dead notification.Every minute refreshing apps,Trapped in never-ending laps,