“Look at that,” Simon said to his father as they approached the sculpture on their day together at the Museum of Modern Art. Simon whipped his smartphone from his right rear hip pocket and took a picture of the large sculpture. “That’s so cool,” he said. “What do you think it means, Dad?”
Victor looked at the sculpture and then at his 15-year-old son. “That’s you,” he said.
“Me? What are you talking about, Dad?”
“It’s the future you,” Victor said. “And the future of your generation.”
“I don’t understand,” Simon said.
“We have become so addicted to and obsessed with our iPhones and Android phones,” Victor said. “We can’t put them down. We are always on them, texting, looking at our newsfeeds, Googling something, taking pictures and posting them on Instagram or Facebook, doing crazy dances and who knows what else on TikTok, watching YouTube videos, trolling each other on Twitter. And we even occasionally make phone calls. We’re so focused on what’s happening in the cyber world that we’re no longer present in the real world.”
Simon looked at his father, then at the sculpture, and then back at his father. “I still don’t get it, Dad. Why do you say that’s the future me?”
“Simon, I hope I’m wrong, but you see the guy holding up his smartphone?” Victor said. “Well, son, if we don’t get our heads out of our phones, soon our heads will explode and our brains will melt and cover our bodies like candle wax on a bottle. Mark my words, Simon.”
Simon slipped his phone back into his hip pocket, grabbed his father’s hand, and said, “You know I love you, Dad, but didn’t you once tell me that when I was your age your father told you that rock ‘n roll music was going to corrupt and destroy your generation?”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Sarah Whiley.