25: instagram
i re-downloaded instagram this weekend and drowned in a blur of running montages, cat videos, and hot girls making art.
the past few days have blended together, like that casino scene from percy jackson where they eat the lotus flower and never want to leave.
the zombification of my mind has made it hard to appreciate basic pleasures like going for a walk in the park. my reticular activation system has been carefully rewired to only pick out shiny sexy, story-worthy objects and drown out all the little things that really matter.
of course spending too much time online forces you to internalize the digital panopticon and lose touch with your own sense of subjectivity. i knew this. and yet the pull of the algorithm still feels irresistible. maybe its time to delete instagram again.