Misplaced

I read the internet.

I’m supposed to care.

Or react.

Or feel inspired.

But I don’t.

It could be apathy.

It could be that I’m in the wrong place.

* * *

I’ve been doing a better job shutting off lately.

The move into this little house has helped.

Before, the screen was something more.

A portal? Nourishment?

Things are changing.

The screen is just a screen.