I keep an open unused search tab on my tablet that's a wall of just absolutely acidic advertising poison except for this single semi appealing link to a buttered brioche recipe and I leave it open and call it the devil's bread because it reminds me that even the meagerest palatable offering the algorithm dangles before you is telling it who you are and what makes you tick and you will not have me satan. not even through the temptress of sweet buttery clickbait you sick son of a bitch





















