Postcards Nostalgia

Art is now a reminder of our glorious nostalgia

When people communicated through postcards,

Wishing that the post office didn’t get confused

By the numerical entropy of postal codes.

Venice, the old, rotten, and underwater city,

The renaissance of human melancholy,

Gathered us at its Biennale

To expose how far we went with our crafts.

I have postcards in my bag

But the infinite messaging applications on my phone

Make me forget them; I abandoned them

Like those exposed in the rotten city.

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