Watch a bad movie. Don’t review it. Don’t tweet about it. Just watch it and forget it.
Let it call. Let it ring.
And the war is already over. We lost. We used to have a life. Now we have a lifestyle .
We have become characters in our own feed. Every meal is plated for the camera. Every hike is a performance of wellness. Every record played is a signal of taste. We are not living. We are producing evidence of living.
You cannot reconcile infinite content with finite attention.
So what do we do?
We stopped asking what we wanted to do with our lives. We started asking what we wanted to queue next. There is a photograph of my living room from ten years ago. Books stacked on the floor. A guitar with two broken strings. A chess set mid-game. A list of phone numbers scrawled on the wall because I’d lost my phone. It looks chaotic. Almost impoverished. But I remember the feeling of that room as full .