A Modern Day, an Assembly Line


I spend my days in an e-mail client,a letter comes, and it's processed, respond immediately or make a task, but never stop or you'll be overrun by never-ending torrent of replies.

It's a treadmill, an assembly line, running even if you're lying down on your sofa, coffee by your side, pipeline's flowing, ring the bell, but sell, instruct, reject, or YELL!

A conveyor belt, propelling the globe, you blink, 150 milliseconds delay, it's there, you think, but it's an automated response, you wish, later today, in a month, or pick a date, eventually there will be a silence, to say.