She called to say we needed milk,
and ignoring that no one
older than two needs milk, I thought
how a phone call is so ephemeral, dissolving
in real time, washing its way
through ear canals, a gondola
disappearing in noisy recesses
lost to time or other currents.
A text lives forever, I reminded myself,
a record existing
out of context for eternity
or until the next Great War destroys life
by 1s and 0s while our forgotten tech
outlives us, a wasteland of data
and curated content sure to baffle
future alien visitors.
Walking through the automatic door
I’ve forgotten why I came here.
No text message.
No aliens.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Based on a true story
Often Mumbled Musings 
uuhhhh yes. Text messages do have their superiority… but so do phone calls…. eh. There’s pros and cons to both! And also… did you ever get the milk?!!
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I have never liked talking on the phone. I don’t know why. And yes, we thankfully have milk.
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I’m the same! I hate talking into the electric box lol but the pro is that you get to hear the person’s voice!! 😊
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Ew voices
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lmao – not even your wife’s voice??? haha!
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Okay hers.
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Very interesting and refreshing😊 Looking forward to reading more of your pieces in the future! This is sheer talent💛 I was wondering if you could checkout my new piece on ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE & JOBS OF THE PAST!And I would really appreciate it if you could comment some feedback to improve the writing style. Looking forward to hearing from you. – Kiran
https://kiranninprogress.wordpress.com/2019/12/04/artificial-intelligence-jobs-of-the-past/
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