Is it the mirrors?

The blight of the real:
reds and blues frolic with green
as we rot in chairs.

Its a paradox;
people are watching people
live the lives they want.

Gone are the pages
filling books long forgotten
as yesterday's dust.

Words once opened minds,
an art replaced in HD,
by zeros and ones.

Who has time for The Catcher in the Rye
When everything now is in 1080i?