Generation Z
For how long can I glare at the void of blue light perched upon my lap. They say that the adolescent mind is an advocate of hyperconsciousness, but all I am conscious of is the interior monologue thats conjured from these small devices. Outside, Autumn seamlessly fades into winter – it’s transition almost as invisible as our sense of compassion, care or empathy. The mere act of stepping outside into the social realm is equivalent to a death wish, heaven forbid Eve for being ever so curious! For Generation Z shall be condemned if appearing to show interest in foreign affairs external to their social spheres driven by self indulgence and exploitation. None of it is real, for the apps we flicker across are attached to inanimate objects – they don’t have a heart and soul as we do. Yet, here we are, constantly linking meaning to words and pictures of complete absurdity and self absorption. If Henry Lawson were to be of cynical character in the 19th Century, just imagine if he were born to witness us in this day of age.
Hi all, here’s my take on 21st Century prose, attempting to interweave Lawson’s Humanist views and pessimism. Without giving too much of an overview, as prose should be accompanied with different views, I picked a subject matter that was easy to be spiteful and realistic about as Lawson did this impeccably well back in his day. Prose can incorporate lengthy paragraphs, but for my first attempt I kept the snapshot of the subject matter short and tried to not be too technical (although, as you can tell, I can’t help it).
Would definitely love some feedback/ comments. Enjoy and happy blogging!
– Sabrina Kisso
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