The Hamlet Project

And how long is that?
Our memories get shorter and shorter
On this ever more distracted globe.
Having placed the burden of remembering upon my hard drive,
I have no need to remember what I used to.
I used to remember people’s birthdays.
There was some honor in doing so somehow.
I’d remember details of the party, the tone of voice,
The words spoken, the arc of conversation.
I’d remember facts
The weather
How to read an alto clef, which notes went where.
I used to remember the first few lines of the Inferno, in Italian.
Now, I just look them up.
I could remember what I was supposed to do, when I was supposed to do it
And with whom.
I’d remember my goals, my priorities, my dreams.
I have them written on my walls now because so often,
I sit down to chase them and find myself
Distracted
Hours gone
Days gone
Lost in the click, click, select.
The world becoming smaller, busier and spread thin.