Life never seemed simple. Once,
though, it appeared to have fewer
components. That was an ego ago.
Mirrors showed compassion. Amazement
was not yet rare. Programmers
had not yet inherited the Earth.
Nostalgia, I'm told, is a yearning,
a warm emotion. What I feel is cold.
It accompanies basic, necessary work:
contrasting yesterday's illusions with today's.
Copyright Hans Ostrom 2010