The lite brite is an attention thief. Like a fresh bag of Skittles, it begs you to consume your favorite colors first.
The rainbow hue of Instagram may be the shiniest of them all. Beautiful photos have a smell, as love does.
On the go or at home, there is no sanctuary. The barrage of dopamine erases all head consciousness. Enter wonderland.
The only escape is Gmail, that insignificant other who instills a feeling of control. Yet, it too is goose chase to unproductivity.
The internet never ends. Like a perpetual wave of Hokusai-like talons, buffering into the collective consciousness. Altered attention, altered thoughts, altered beliefs, forever planted at the altar of distraction.