The machine has got to be accepted, but it is probably better to accept it rather as one accepts a drug - that is, grudgingly and suspiciously. Like a drug, the machine is useful, dangerous and habit-forming. The oftener one surrenders to it the tighter its grip becomes.
― George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
― George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
Life, so mechanical to me it seems
Pressing buttons and sliding screens
Eyes locked as seldom they stop
Moving parts so fewer we got
What to hide and what to voice?
Day after day nothing more
Addled by abundance in store
Void all around, what’s not to fill?
Nowhere to go with little skills
Man needs love is all that is
Machines knows no love
Peace is never on
On luminous screens
Heart full of wander
Shouldn't be stilled for long
Romance is lived
It isn't reflected on
Rusting lives away
Stop, hold on
Incomprehensible machine man is
Is mechanical life at all humane?
