Social Intimacy

Have we lost all interest in intimacy?
Not the naked, prurient, sexual sort,
But the formerly lush curiosity
We once flicked out to trade, card for lucent card.
We delighted in delving into lives
Newfound, unfamiliar;
We were explorers of strangers' lands,
Where we ached to discover:
What heights they had scaled,
What depths they had plumbed, and
What wonders they'd seen.
We'd build up biographies, returning often
To fill in blank niches.
We stuffed chapter on chapter
With endless refinements
Till the binding burst and the narrative spilled
Into Volume Two.
We amassed whole libraries using this method!
Alas, bibliophiles are a vanishing breed,
And we rarely take time to assess our compeers;
Hence, our age is forlorn, with little to read.