We snack when we’re bored, especially when we watch tv.
But it’s no longer the food that woos us. It’s our phones.
What was our third screen is now our first, so distracted we couldn’t be bothered to skip the tv ads.
The tube has been relegated to mere background noise.
Every time we check Instagram, we get a little snack. Stuck pecking at refresh, our profiles dangle like carrots begging us to buy more stock.
Will Kevin Kelley’s 1,000 true fans make us a successful influencers? What should our influencer price tag be?
Forget the future. We are poor fortune tellers. We live in the persistent presence of distraction, amusing ourselves to death.
Humans seek fantasy. But wake-up science reveals only hell. The real world screams peak screen.