Samhain Winter Moon
An unsubtle irony. All those people bent over their phones, heads down, eyes focused on another world, the cyberworld, have become tiny islands, connected to seas not in evidence, influenced by information and persons not present. It is as if gatherings of people have become insular, the very islands which we were not supposed to able to be, at least among those to whom we are physically present, but functionally absent.
