Communications - U.S.A.
This is a photo that may be worth a word or two.
I was immediately impressed with a powerful metaphor as I looked upon the large graffiti artist's tag along the red, white, and blue wall. Here was this old pay phone. No handset, no dial pad, no face plate. No number to dial to report that there's trouble.
A dead phone in an aluminum open casket.
My mind was awash in the ongoing deterioration of our once proud land. A nation of over-crowded schools, ailing citizens denied medical coverage, crumbling infrastructure, overcrowded prisons, and closed parks.
I hear voices screaming against our government with the chant, "No new taxes." While others (myself among them) long to return to shared social values being the nation's top priority. Neither hears the other. The art of compromise is lost. Lines of communications are down.
The metaphor shouts back from the mobile phone. So independent. So cellular. No network of wires binding our common threads. We become imprisoned in our self-contained points-of-view.
The Mega-Corporation runs the show. We segregate the animal waste from our farmlands so agribusiness can spread oil based fertilizers upon the fields. Our meat stands in its own steroid enhanced toxic waste.
Forests fall and insects die amid plants grown with genetically altered seeds. We who shout the insanity of this on our warming, dying planet are called tree-huggers or worse - and written-off as head-in-the-clouds idealists with nonsense ideas of implementing sustainable structures. Yet science increasingly acknowledges that these natural applications are superior - especially in the so-called third world.
We are a nation of great wealth and even greater arrogance.
We are not happy. We are not healthy.
Our collective view of the world is near non-existent.
And I am loathed to ask,
"Can you hear me now?"
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