Nothing to Say

Social media is an infectious disease, spread by word of mouth. We pretend we have something worth saying out loud each day.

Who cares how diligently we reshare or like? We like to think we improve silence, but no one listens.

What real change are we making, parroting this stuff? No one sounds original speaking others’ words.

Why are we so important? Our lives go so fast. Before the ink dries, our contract expires.

10 DEC 2024

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