still photos and noisy arcades.

isn't it funny how Change seems to have
the ability to sneak past you,
like shadows creeping along the corridor, holding their breaths?
the line of separation between Then and Now,
a vague swirl of grey in the electrifying air,
passing through waves and currents of sound and passion.
a silent song of a girl at dusk.

and yet, so sudden-
a pop of a balloon; a slam of a door; a thief in the night.
and before you know it,
poof,
disappeared right into thin air, leaving only a trail of pixie dust.
gone: messages transmitted in codes and numbers, over the ones and zeroes.

out of sight,
and out of mind.