I am a Number
I do not like to be controlled.
I am controlled.
Every time I use my computer or purchase something my tastes and preferences are noted. My choices are analysed and I am then presented with other options that will appeal to my demographic.
I am a number in a commercial racket.
I am a statistic on a graph.
I am categorized.
I can be taken for granted.
I can be wooed.
It is so easy to fall into this trap as your preferences are manipulated and you are presented with dreams, aspirations and nudged down an avenue towards the nirvana of possession.
We are numbers in a game that is busy devouring the world to create wealth for a minority. We are plied with goods, entertainment, distraction and life-styles.
It’s all good – as long as we do not think about it too deeply.
I am a Number
I am a number
I do not know what I think,
Fed with all my preferences
And narcotised with drink.
I am a statistic
To be analysed in the tank
A consumer
To provide figures
In someone else’s bank.
My needs are measured
As I am fed with dreams,
Thoughts and aspirations –
Nothing is as it seems.
A plastic universe
Surrounds me in full 3D.
A ring through my nose
Leads me to its melody.
What I think
And who I am
Is guided
By a group
Of businessmen.
They know best.
What if everyone was free
To think
And do what they wish?
Who would know
What products
To stream
Through the satellite dish?
Best that someone thinks
For me
Keeps me happy
With a head full of air;
Entertained
And distracted
So I don’t have to care.
I am a number
I do not do what I dare.
Opher 15.8.2015
Good afternoon Opher, a very cold day here I expert the same where you are. We are a number from the day we are born.
Good morning Anna – I’m three.
Here we go, on a bloody miserable day so far and COLD, you make me laugh, thank you. If you are 3 then I am 4 or 8 for they are my favourite numbers, do you think we can pick our own numbers.
No definitely not. We might get them wrong and nothing would add up.
Right.
We can never be right. That is the first law.
I meant right I agree with you and also with your last response. You are too quick for me.
They are too quick for us.
Maybe for you, it is you who are too quick and smart for me.
No.
YES
My internet went down again!
this conversation has become binary!
Please tell me you’ve read “Fahrenheit 451″… Borders on letting others think for you!
Oh Yes – I love Bradbury. I used to read a lot of Sci-fi. I don’t read so much any more. I met Philip K Dick. Went round his house for an evening – I was awe-struck.
I have, fantastic book and film, Oskar Werner – right spelling?
I think so. I don’t think I could remember a whole book. He who burns books has no soul.
Very true, David wanted to buy me last year that thing you read books on, my brain does not take in all these names of gadgets – stop laughing. I said No as I love to hold a book, feel it smell it, books are great LIKE YOURS.
Thanks Anna.
I love holding a real book. And I just love holding my own books, feeling them, looking at them and thinking that they are mine, they came out of thin air. I created them.
I glad you like them too. Wait for Ginny though!
You have every right to be proud of them I have told you your books are hard to put down they just fascinate me, they take me on your journey. Ginny is right at the end of my shelf waiting to be read. Is it true.
You’ll see! Is it scorching the wood yet?
I keep checking, not yet. If I were younger and planning San Francisco wow I guess I would have real fun.
It’s biding its time hoping to lull you.
It won’t want to draw attention to itself. It is probably illegal.
Good comments. Loved the Trees poem in the above book so touching you share my love for trees.
I think trees are the highest forms of life on the planet!
That is such a lovely thing to say, how true.
Only they know!