The cyber trail demanding the pupils to rest on the pupils of such affairs that has spiraled out of hand and cannot be fixed with an insta-filter. A terrible disease breaks through the firewall and casts wicked shadows on actuality outside the realm of a cyber world. An existence being documented and all the happy moments cling to screens and the same static cling reflects back and stains unhappy eyes and wheels turn in both the machine and mind and everything is a URL to a capsule where all the people that have ever crossed your path on a busy street can hide and check up on your
blooming happiness and always 'Like' the good times but never 'Dislike'
the times that frayed from good to bad.