the feed
beginning, middle, end. built into us over thousands of years. infinite, endless. force-fed to us within decades.
we expect the sun to rise and set. we know that life, like a story, has an arc. now, the endless scroll—the feed—is all we expect. no longer do we yearn for completion; we itch for the endless—stimulation, youth, beauty.
we itch, like one may for a drug—never scratched, always left wanting. making your skin crawl, your twitches showing. you reach for it, tapping it awake, hunting, pecking, scrolling. the feed—endless. our addiction—calling.
choice, once ours. now, predetermined. fed to us, recommended—forced. we buy what we seem to want. we want what others seem to have. our problems have solutions. the solutions do not solve problems.
the feed scrolls vertically, life is lived linearly, experienced in a loop, endlessly.