Riddle me this...
I want to seen me but I don't want you to see me
There were no rushes - yet I was thrown together
I've been waiting for months on the shelf
I make a day turn into five minutes
I am weak and yet too strong for some
I am now going to be later than planned and yet earlier than planned at the same time
I am no longer digital
I was finished off ages ago
I am the future
What am I?
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
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