Friday 27 March 2020

Just four walls and boxes of unplayed cassettes

Go on grab me that box from over there
Have you ever seen these?
You won't be familiar at all
Probably won't have any way of playing them
Me and my sister used to record on them
We were quite techy for the time
Now though you don't even own 
You just stream
The filter dream 
The complicated obsessive compulsive reactions
No thinking 
Just yellow blobs of expression 
No real depth 
No real pain 

You know I can recall a time where we sent letters 
Not in the post always 
But in lesson
Hand written
Pens, paper, little conversations 
They were kept and treasured 
There was never problems with memory and deleting files
They were never taken out of context 
They were never shared and reshared and shown to a global world on some network of infinite WiFi 

I can recall a time where we would just chill out 
A blanket in the garden, a magazine about pop stars, or a sibling
We did chores the same, learnt to cook the same 
But it was all physical contact 
None of this social life over the Internet 
None of this social media existence 
We couldn't just delete a page 
We were in real time
It was remembered 
Getting drunk for the first time 
Talking about real feelings
Staying up all night in each others company 
Sitting with only the traffic as a background noise 
Films on videos 
Music on cassettes
Cds and dvds
Being out 

Social distancing for us is not a norm
It never was
Being stuck inside
It's not easy for our generation 

Well, as I said
These are cassettes 
They stored all we wanted
You couldn't press repeat

We lived in the real time