Modern Times...

The niceities never go on for very long.

"Hi, how are you?"
"Hi how are you?"

A shared smirk.
A shared coffee.
A short break.


Just look at the time.

"Must go now."
"Must go now."

"Bye."
"Bye."

We go off to our respective priorities.
We go off to our packed routines.
We go off to our immediate concerns.

We are each to our own caught up in our respective Eisensteinesque stream of names, rooms, timetables, instructions, programs, papers, forms, copies, exams, bills, taxes, shops, corrections, plates, petrol and socks.

"Can we stop the shoot? Hello? Hello? Hello?"

No reply.

The alarm goes off.
The alarm goes off.
The alarm goes off again.

Clap the clock.

"Take 666."

Except, now something has changed.

Perturbing elements are appearing.  

"Hi, Massimo, how are you?"
"Hi, Laura, how are you?"
"Hi, Terry, how are you?"
"Hi, Maha, how are you?"
"Hi, Marcin, how are you?"

A short hangout.
A shared smirk.
A shared coffee.

"Just look at the clock."

"Must go now."
"Must go now."

"Bye."
"Bye."

We go off to our respective priorities.
We go off to our packed routines.
We go off to our immediate concerns.

We are each to our own caught up in our respective Eisensteinesque stream of names, rooms, timetables, instructions, programs, papers, forms, copies, exams, bills, taxes, shops, connections, plates, petrol and socks.

Hang on a moment.

There is this student Facebooking a girl in Italy during classes.

There is this student booking tickets to go to a British university.

There is this colleague who is working with people in the USA.

What's going on?

I am about to hang out.

I am connecting with the words of Mimi Ito.

I didn't know her before.

What's going on?

Everything seems like it is the same.

Everything isn't the same.

Mimi is right.

This is just the beginning.