On a train from Trondheim,
going to Oslo,
I can't help but notice my surroundings;
eyes glued on screens,
infinite scrolling done by fingers aging in a vacuum.
I am a part of it too.
But I never knew how lonely it feels.
Being the one looking up from these backlit mirrors.
An act of narcissism that we don't see,
as we stare back at ourselves.
This is isolation.
Can you see the irony?
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