Guess it'll be a poem:
When we stopped reading hands on a clock
When we stopped sticking carbon in copies
When we applied digital filters
(At first just for fun,
But we'd soon merge as one)
That recolored our realities
Guess it'll be a poem:
When we stopped reading hands on a clock
When we stopped sticking carbon in copies
When we applied digital filters
(At first just for fun,
But we'd soon merge as one)
That recolored our realities