Look at everyone out therewith all of the abject pufferysurrounding their carefullycurated online…
Everything seems to be disappointing latelyand I’m not sure if it’s me or if this overriding…
My neck hurtsfrom all the notificationsdistracting me from my life,making me crane myselfto…
I notice your digital swagger like an unkempt hamperbehind closed doors, pretending…
This digital landscape of almost-known friendsand disconcerting onlookers breathing on the glass…