I came upon this old image of a Time Magazine cover from 1983 when they named The Computer as the Man(?) Machine of the year. I noticed how blank the person sitting in front of it was and recognized in him the hunched posture and dazed look he has. It called to mind my own relationship with a machine I spend usually more than half the day in front of. If you factor in my phone time, it may as well be attached to me as an evolved appendage. It's probably not good for me. Or for you. But the genie is out of the bottle so to speak and has wrapped its arms around us. As a kid I watched too much TV. My Mum would say scoldingly, "ca va t'abrutir!" Translated it means the machine would stupefy me or maybe more accurately mesmerize me. Which it would, but not as completely as these new devices do. They have all the answers but little of the spirit of life. And when I'm separated from them, willingly or otherwise, the light they emit reemerges out there in places you don't expect.