Did Sylvia Plath predict the future in her 1961 poem "Insomniac"?
From the last stanza,
"The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,
And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,
Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed."
Sounds like my commute!
From the last stanza,
"The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,
And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,
Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed."
Sounds like my commute!