Things are being made too fast,
Fostering plummeting attention spans.
In the 90s you’d see 2-3 cool or new things per day — commercials would loop, the library or video store would run out of videos.
Now it’s infinite. Infinite everything,
foremost of which is time-wasting.
Fighting back jadedness has become daily routine.
But sometimes the level of overwhelming entitlement,
brattiness and self-abandonment — all for the purpose of upholding the mighty algorithm —
weighs me down.
Even with all the world‘s very real problems,
environmental and humanitarian crises (I do what I can to regularly bring relief to them — donate, folks),
It makes me feel like I’m on a different earth than my own.
Mitigating/reconciling the reality I’m in with my own truth — that has become my life.
I cannot, and will never, give in to this modern era’s obsession with crushing everything wonderful we built for the past 100+ years,
By endlessly exploiting it, erasing it, remaking/rebooting it, and worse.
This journal has become a chronicle of personal mourning, it seems.
Well, it’s my truth. So be it.