Although the title of this piece is lacking a certain "oomph," the lines that follow atone for the hollow name. Streetview Google maps, surveillance cameras in elevators, and Instagram photographs hold brief moments of blurry ghosts. Our technology preserves us past our due date. YouTube will outlive all the instant stars it creates; I am still friends with dead classmates on Facebook.
Solie's thought-provoking stanzas are full of evocative images. Phrases such as "disused curling rinks" and "would we simply burn them, the sites of wreckage" bring me back to an eerily-deserted amusement park in Berlin, left exactly as it was before it was abandoned. Solie touches on ideas of nostalgia, abandonment, and inevitable change that accompanies growing up. With clever word choice and a heavy theme, this poem is certainly worth the read.