A desert island
This photograph of a man stranded atop his SUV in Key West struck a nerve. With his laptop, cell phone and backpack, he seemed so numb to the reality of his situation, so unknowing in the ways of simple survival.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
Postmodern man is becoming an alien on his own planet, which all reminded me of the Bard:
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
'Bout sums it up for me. We ain't changed much.