Anway, I suddenly had this idea while riding the subway. Seriously... it just jumped in my mind for no reason. An old lady living with her two granddaughters in a scrap field near the city. Pretty much turned out how I imagined it.
This is a beautiful poem about the melancholic relationship between the traditional past and the challenging impersonal future. The values and stability of an older generation group when most things were smaller, slower, and more stable have given way to a stranger ever faster-changing world where we tend to feel lost... Obviously this is a reaction from 65 years old guy born of a 60 years old father.... Another way to relate to this magnificent portrait of mankind across time is that the core values of what define us as humans are still alive, even if shadowed by the cold distance of impersonal technology!
The values and stability of an older generation group when most things were smaller, slower, and more stable have given way to a stranger ever faster-changing world where we tend to feel lost...
Obviously this is a reaction from 65 years old guy born of a 60 years old father....
Another way to relate to this magnificent portrait of mankind across time is that the core values of what define us as humans are still alive, even if shadowed by the cold distance of impersonal technology!