RemindMeNow
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Blue Baptism | 1-06-2024 | 3:04
there’s a void that doesn't quite fit into the screen but you keep trying to press it into shape. your emotions are emojis, your thoughts condensed to 280 characters. you are an avatar of yourself, more connected and more isolated than ever.
you wake up, you check your phone. you eat, you check your phone. you lie in bed at night, and check your phone. the blue light bathes your face in the dark, casting shadows where your smile used to be. your thumb, the only part of you alive. faces blur. are they real? are You?
dopamine hits fade faster now. refresh, refresh, refresh. you curate, you crop, you filter your existence. you are static, stuck, a bug in amber.
how many sunsets have you missed while searching for the perfect filter? less flesh, more data. less soul, more algorithm. a tragedy in binary, 0 or 1? that wasn't an insta poll. reduced to 6 inches, and you say size does matter. the world is burning, or maybe it's just another sunset. hard to tell the difference through the screen.
the feed scrolls on, infinite yet empty. you are here, you are nowhere, you are everywhere. human, inhuman, post-human. fingers poised over glass, waiting for the next notification. For what? You have forgotten.
ping ping ping - your heart flutters.
tarbooja
please waapas aayiye prabhu
vohotarehtahe
I know you won't be coming back anytime soon, so lemme spam.
peachygrants
I bragged to a friend about u (showed him atlas was different)
tarbooja
man , when will you update "atlas is different" again ?
even a slag like me dumped manthan ii. please update pookie
tarbooja
when will you publish again?
burntarteries
i have a bone to pick with you after reading atlas
peachygrants
hii hii how have you beennn
vohotarehtahe
All the people you follow and your reading list are so elite.
It's like you only allow quality into your socials.
RemindMeNow
Blue Baptism | 1-06-2024 | 3:04
there’s a void that doesn't quite fit into the screen but you keep trying to press it into shape. your emotions are emojis, your thoughts condensed to 280 characters. you are an avatar of yourself, more connected and more isolated than ever.
you wake up, you check your phone. you eat, you check your phone. you lie in bed at night, and check your phone. the blue light bathes your face in the dark, casting shadows where your smile used to be. your thumb, the only part of you alive. faces blur. are they real? are You?
dopamine hits fade faster now. refresh, refresh, refresh. you curate, you crop, you filter your existence. you are static, stuck, a bug in amber.
how many sunsets have you missed while searching for the perfect filter? less flesh, more data. less soul, more algorithm. a tragedy in binary, 0 or 1? that wasn't an insta poll. reduced to 6 inches, and you say size does matter. the world is burning, or maybe it's just another sunset. hard to tell the difference through the screen.
the feed scrolls on, infinite yet empty. you are here, you are nowhere, you are everywhere. human, inhuman, post-human. fingers poised over glass, waiting for the next notification. For what? You have forgotten.
ping ping ping - your heart flutters.