Dec 15, 2024
They told me the internet would connect us.
They didn't mention the static, the noise,
or the absolute dumpster fire of meaning I'd become addicted to.
So here we are:
Screaming into the void. The void whispers back in the taste of strawberry ice cream and dial-up tones.
Laugh-reacting our own doom while simultaneously live-streaming it on Twitch.
Turning existential dread into pixel art because therapy is expensive and who needs a therapist when you have Photoshop and a crippling fear of the unknown?
If you don't feel alive in the chaos, you're not clicking hard enough. Maybe you need a new mouse. Or a stronger dose of reality. Whatever it is, find it.
(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ: ･ﾟ*