To look at life full in the face, rather than externalizing it through a distracted and edited irreality.
The enlightenment takes place backward, in moments of strict boredom, reflection, and introspection.
It’s hard to look away from the rectangular glow, as it promises to signal and promote our best selves.
Drowning in novelty, when all that is interesting and worth preserving emerges from the constraints.
Tears come in varieties, only to be found in their distinctiveness upon studying the wrath of emotional states.
The Instagram wheel yields another tasty gem, reducing our humming neurons to the hypnosis of surprises.
The feed is fodder, man caught in the chaos of cosmos.
Who isn’t a participant in attention arbitrage?