The prophets of science warned us about "Cultural Lag"; where our technological advances rocket ever forward while society develops far slower. Thoughtful gestures of self expression like "the hand written letter", and to a lesser extent, the "phone call" ...and even the smallest bit of effort made in the thought provoking "email" fall by the wayside to a text containing the "winky face". Film and television assure us our obsession with the walking dead is still going strong as we stand horrified before the possibility of necrotic cannibal Armageddon, but I'm here to tell you friends, THAT DAY HAS ALREADY COME!! We walk silently through the streets, head down, jaw slack, staring into a little screen that spits out tiny slivers of people's lives. If someone in front of us is in distress, our first impulse is to point that little screen and record the moment with the full intention of sharing it with the world. Our apathy toward each other grows with each new iPhone release and infinite choruses of Sarah McLachlan's "In The Arms of an Angel" will do nothing to jar us from this system and make our hearts grow 3 sizes that day. This is the world we live in, and the perfect setting for a modern tale of horror where the very technology we are locked inside can reach over and grab us.
