Reaching out to the gods above for a last selfie
Flirting with virtuality, oblivious to the veritable oblivion
Narcissistic hordes follow themselves, overwhelmed by their own image
I can see so many smartphones and so few beaming eyes
Glances have become a rare occurrence, precious gems rarer than diamonds
And I can hear the crowd murmuring, Siri do you love me ?
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery