We photograph everything and observe nothing. We consume the Instagram feed, and then feel inadequate for doing so.
Human behavior is predictable, robotic. Acknowledging peak screen further cements a broken will — even the most urge won’t let us put our devices down.
We’ve officially extended digital into our cells, with the reality forthcoming. From the iWatch to iSkin, the future is implanted. From neuron to neuron, we’ll check email and change the tv channel with the flick of a thought.
Digital succeeds in numbing the pain, without acknowledging what’s going in our own heart.
Mind over matter, what’s the matter with our mind?