Sync in Progress

Here I sit under fluorescent lighting and I am being told by my computer that I am waiting for my iPhone to download new software. Is this life? Is this our beautiful, enlightened future? We are put on hold for the wires and lights which keep us connected. Who would Emily Dickenson be? A blogger like me with only two followers, perhaps. So I wait and watch the little white bar on the screen slowly fill up so I may continue to check email and update my facebook status. Who are we? We are what we download.