Prologue: A rectangle is now my favourite shape. It used to be a triangle.
I was looking:
At a computer screen.
Out of a car windscreen.
At a tablet screen.
Down at a mobile phone screen.
Playing on a handheld screen.
At a tv screen.
Actively looking for any other screens.
And I realised, how insidiously modernity had stolen my precious glances,
Stockholm Syndrome, hostage eyeballs,
stopping me from seeing past a rectangle.
Are we looking in or out?
Call me droll,
But it’s time to think outside the rectangle.