A Faceless Company Knows Me Better Than My Own Mother

I’ve been made to adore my phone over any lover

Photo by Karsten Winegeart on Unsplash

Scrolling mindlessly on my device for the fifth time today. Primed for the little red notification that will send dopamine bliss my way.

Faces of people I hardly know pass by in a pixelated blur. Alleged social connection, but within my beating chest no feelings stir.