My thanks to Zina Deretsky for this lovely poem:
The Minotaur Sat
Remember when our navigation
Was instinct, stars and perspiration?
The stars were bright
No East, no West, not this foundation
But light and dark and murmuration
Relying only on our sight
Now stimulation has led to simulation —
A digital interpretation
This is our boon, this is our plight
It’s petabytes of information
Thrown to our seated rumination
We’ve lost mobility… this zootrope does us delight
As if the Minotaur, Awe’s very ancient incarnation
Did something truly frightening within the Labyrinth:
He took a seat, plugged in his earbuds… and opened Chrome for recreation…
Our immobility – the modern fight.