I feel something,
someway,
and honestly,
its been eating away at me,
that I have read the loud proclamations of those who went before,
now their words lie forgotten and yellowed on bookshelves,
and its pains me to see such wonderful thoughts and unique observations cannot compete with the ease of electronic media.
Will my words suffer such a fate?
I shudder to think, the machine replacing well worn or crisp page, that highlighters of yellow kind will become obsolete,
as Shakespeare’s Macbeth is learnt online,
‘double-click for notes’,
perhaps this is the true face of progress,
change in the basic routine so that our feather get ruffled at the idea,
of say books losing out to the computer,
authors adjusting to the net.
Still,
Still!
I want written print to matter,
for people to pick up the fruits of my labor, pore over the leaves, scribble, underline, Xerox, cover, highlight, and share,
enough that when they lay my book/article/poem down
it will make them say,
(as I once did)
“I Want To Write And Be Read!”.