I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by filters flash selfies facebook,
scrolling down mind numbing feed of screen time all while silently accumulating acute carpal tunnel within the deep recesses of their dominant thumbs touch touch touching away,
who did not know their friends past the stream of status updates, sepia photo uploads and proverbial validation points,
who closed their eyes in front of illuminating iPhones glaring accessible omnipresent,
who cared more about the self professed, witty announcements adorned with cleverly crafted emojis signifying feelings but void of character,
who must capture a plate a food, movie ticket, injury all before indulging in the sweet pleasure of eating or observing or obtaining a bandage,
who became codependent on a device floating amidst pocket space unable to peel away for a given moment with addictive ticks a constant check one two three minutes count,
who self identified their worth based on the attention derived from a number of likes or hits.