Yes I'm part of the 'Hashtag generation' the 'generation yolo' the generation that are using tools to communicate that completely isolate our elders and where 3 year olds have iPads.
About a week ago I went on an extended family holiday to England's lovely south coast, where I found myself unable to ignore my 4 year old cousin telling me that she "Can't take it anymore" and to "let it go", ok admittedly she was playing out the script from Frozen but still I never came out with that drama from The Little Mermaid and Tots Tv. The other day my 8 year old brother exclaimed how bad the 'graphics' were outside (it was raining) and stared at me blankly as I tried to explain how Minecraft and reality really aren't the same.
Anyway, I should probably find a point and get to it. Whatever happened to the photographers perfect obscure image that left viewers searching for meanings, or the excitement of a card game and connect 4?
I do not intend to come to a solution of any sort as I find the thought process of it far more intriguing and I will not lie and say that my heart hasn't dropped when I realise I have left the house phone-less or taken a picture, hash-tagged its contents before hoping my phone has enough signal in this field to upload. Well not only did the photo refuse to upload, but the 20% battery life remaining was a con and my precious iPhone died right there in my right palm. After 60 seconds of mourning, anger and recovery, I sat and begun to write.
Check out my #Generation poem and let me know any thoughts
About a week ago I went on an extended family holiday to England's lovely south coast, where I found myself unable to ignore my 4 year old cousin telling me that she "Can't take it anymore" and to "let it go", ok admittedly she was playing out the script from Frozen but still I never came out with that drama from The Little Mermaid and Tots Tv. The other day my 8 year old brother exclaimed how bad the 'graphics' were outside (it was raining) and stared at me blankly as I tried to explain how Minecraft and reality really aren't the same.
Anyway, I should probably find a point and get to it. Whatever happened to the photographers perfect obscure image that left viewers searching for meanings, or the excitement of a card game and connect 4?
I do not intend to come to a solution of any sort as I find the thought process of it far more intriguing and I will not lie and say that my heart hasn't dropped when I realise I have left the house phone-less or taken a picture, hash-tagged its contents before hoping my phone has enough signal in this field to upload. Well not only did the photo refuse to upload, but the 20% battery life remaining was a con and my precious iPhone died right there in my right palm. After 60 seconds of mourning, anger and recovery, I sat and begun to write.
Check out my #Generation poem and let me know any thoughts