Brain waves map sine graphs

with inordinate frequency,

crests and troughs no longer visible,

collectively symptomatic

of more than just the obvious.

Meanwhile,

for all of those at the mercy of invention,

upgrades promise convenience

ignoring the fine print headache.

Millions troubleshoot

a devil with his microchip pitchfork.

Then, without warning,

stillness…

followed by slow motion—

back to square one.

Speed and hype

no longer significant,

nostalgia becomes the modus operandi,

a walk down memory lane

needs no random access.