Weapon of Mass Destruction
I rarely leave my compound and go out as little as possible. A friend who does my tree planting and nursery work was here 2 years ago with his 9 year old grandson. He was talkative, joking, inquisitive, and engaged. He showed me a written journal that he was keeping. He wanted to walk around the property and have me tell him the names of each of the trees. At one point, he asked me if I believed in god. I was struck by the personality and curiosity of this young man. He visited here last week with his family. He didn't say 10 words to me or his grandfather. He just sat on the steps and played on his phone. His grandfather and I walked around and planned where the new fruit trees should be planted. He just sat on the steps staring into the black mirror, a casualty of the technology.