Ghosts of the communication age

Having already past the bus stop I become aware of what i have just seen, like a distant memory. In the shadows cast from the advertising light box, a disembodied head with a blank expression bathed in the cold blue light of a mobile phone. Like seeing a ghost. A ghost of the communication age. I see this same expression on the faces of my kids when they are on their laptops and I think to myself “Ghosts of the communication age at the tree of knowledge of good and evil on the big pond of the collective unconscious”