Divided Yet Interconnected
On the strange paradox of being more reachable and more isolated than ever — and the slow hope of healing.
The paradox of our moment, written down in plain language. We’ve never had more access to each other and never felt less close. The poem just sits with that.
We’re so divided
Yet interconnected
How can we be so informed
Yet so frustrated?
These thoughts plague my mind
But hopefully these wounds
Will heal with time
I don’t think the technology is the villain. I think the way we use it is the diagnosis. The hope at the end isn’t naive — it’s just the only kind of hope worth having about something this big. Hopefully these wounds will heal with time.
— JTC