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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

if i look back, i am lost
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The Algorithmic Cage: An old think piece of mine on how social media shapes art, connection and coping.
In the digital age, artists no longer struggle for a platform — they struggle against it. Social media, once a space for creative freedom, has become governed by algorithms that dictate visibility and engagement. Artists are pressured to create what performs well rather than what feels authentic, tailoring their vision to trends, hashtags, and fleeting virality. The result is a quiet suffocation of originality: creativity filtered through code. Instead of art inspiring connection, it becomes content — optimized, commodified, and forgotten with the next scroll.
This algorithmic ecosystem doesn’t just limit artistic recognition; it also mirrors how people experience relationships. The same platforms that reward instant gratification in likes and shares foster shallow interactions in romance. Connection becomes transactional — reduced to curated images and digital performances of affection. The authenticity once found in shared moments is replaced by the need for validation through visibility. As a result, relationships begin to mirror the algorithm: always refreshing, always searching for something new, rarely sitting still long enough to grow.
For many, this cycle becomes a coping mechanism. Social media offers constant distraction from loneliness, self-doubt, and emotional discomfort. Yet, the more people scroll for comfort, the more disconnected they become from genuine experiences. Art, love, and self-expression are all filtered through screens, losing their rawness and vulnerability. In this digital haze, creativity turns into content, relationships into performances, and coping into avoidance — a reflection of a world where everything is shared, but very little is truly felt.
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Catholic school. A long-distance boyfriend serenading me across an ocean, from the US to the UK. It ended and he would pass unexpectedly, and I'd replay those songs until they sounded like ghosts. Painkillers. Sharpener blades scattered across the carpet of my childhood bedroom. Sneaking off to smoke. Wandering the neighbourhood long after dark. Cannula scars trailing bruises up my arms. An ambulance ride every week from the zapping in my brain. Pink sunsets over streets that felt endless. Red soaking through the sleeve of my buttoned-up shirt. Falling asleep to this album every night. Still trying to be a kid while everything else was moving too fast.
That was summer 2018.
Aw, Keith. Bless. A man ahead of his time.
my first crushes being these two has permanently altered my brain chemistry
Some girls are just naturally born with glitter in their veins.
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