Perhaps.

How fanciful to write about the stars while staring at thousands of tiny lights on a small screen! The stars are enormous but appear small. The dots are actually insignificant, blending together in one mass of light. Stars are very far away from my eyes; but the dots grow ever nearer as my head nods forward. The stars were created by a force unknown; the dots were created by a factory in Taiwan. The stars help my brain little but my soul immensely; the dots help my brain grow but my soul aches.

How I wish these pixels would twinkle.