Glitter

When everything is digitized and mobilized, I am behind, or perhaps forward. I can't relate or comprehend, so I just watch. What is behind all that glitter? Fake eyelashes and more lipstick than lips. All I can do is gaze in amazement at how much I don't understand.

When this gushed up version of reality is pushed into my face, all I can do is wonder, am I the only one that notices the slime that holds the glitter together?