Privacy Is A Myth
Aren’t we all
Just pieces
Of data,
Waiting to be
Processed?
How do we live,
Except as actions
In sequences?
Aren’t our interests
Just
Tossed into
Buckets?
We are a profile,
And our picture
Is one of many
Like
Us.
We look to be different,
But we are categorized
All the same
Anyways.
How we go about our
Day
Is shaped by
Behaviors,
Routines,
Fact,
And
Fiction.
We fabricate
A life
That seems
To come together
At
The
Seams,
And fall apart
In the same
Lifetime.
We
Stitch,
And
Mend,
And sometimes,
Pretend,
That life is a sequence
Of free will and choices,
But the myth
Becomes
Stranger
Than
The
Fiction
We know and love.
When life’s greatest
Myth
Is privacy itself,
We wonder if the stories
Of
Unicorns
And
Titans
Are more believable realities
In this
World we call
Home.
Privacy is a myth,
And we are its
Storytellers,
And
Its
Story,
All in one.
