En Garde!

Time to spare?
A moment to breathe?
Well, let's go for a scroll, shall we?

Ah, such likeable views!
How comforting the echoes!
Yes, yes, I know.
I know it's not good for me, but just a peek now.
Besides, how else to zone out?
How else to keep up?

These words used to mean something.

How can the void be so full of noise?
Can something so mindless and endless bring succour?

It's as if we're looking forward to being devoured by the beast we feed.

I quit social media six years back, yet I still feel its after-effects, its merciless modifications of my neural networks.

Such beautifully bottled, great-tasting elixirs.
Instant hits, lasting impacts.

En garde!