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they want to put you in the WALL-E chairs

178 lines · 584 words · 6 min read

1 body trying to carry more information than it was built for

2 kinds of tiredness: the human kind and the modern kind — the kind that settles behind the eyes and stays there

3 republics collapse repeatedly: Rome, America, the endless scroll of personalised feeds

4 hours average sleep for the people I love most

5 seconds before my thumb skips an ad unless it already knows which loneliness to touch

6 taps open: weather, war, music, someone crying publicly, someone pretending not to, groceries

7 billion people moving together through bright stations and office buildings, heads bowed slightly towards glass

8 hours of labour to afford conveniences meant to dull the exhaustion they require

9 times out of 10 the feed understands me correctly

the tenth feels almost intimate

10 years ago we feared artifical intelligence would become human

instead, humans became legible

11 notifications waiting before breakfast

12-year-olds learning how to watch people die without sitting up

13 advertisements learning to say hey in the voice of someone who misses me

14 seconds to feel something before the next thing arrives already glowing

15-second clips where somebody dies beside a recipe for iced coffee

grief beside relief horror beside lifestyle

everything flattened to the same rectangle

16 hours awake and still my hand lifts automatically towards the phone

17 recommendations beneath the video

for insecurities I did not have last week

18 moments today where instinct arrived before thought

19th century factory owners would have wept to see labour follow workers home inside their pockets

to see the body remain useful even while lying down

20 fingers across keyboards

the feed beginning to feel like prayer

21 grams supposedly lost when the soul leaves the body

though lately it seems more gradual:

notifications

autoplay

predictive text

small continuous surrenders of posture, attention, silence

22 playlists made for nights like this one

23 times I almost disappeared offline

24-hour connectivity: phones vibrating softly beside sleeping bodies

25 million views on a video titled WHY YOU FEEL EMPTY

26 letters in the alphabet and still no good way to describe becoming visible mainly to machines

27 browser tabs open around the bed late into the night

28 days later the outrage cycle repeats itself

the scrolling continues

29 corporations telling me to breathe through sponsored content

30 pieces of information exchanged before a page fully loads

31 ways to fall asleep with the phone still glowing

32-bit childhoods remembered brighter than they ever looked

33⅓ RPM: a vinyl record spinning slowly while the century accelerates beyond recognition

34 unread messages and my hand grows heavier each time the screen lights up

35 years old and some people have not encountered silence uninterrupted for more than a few minutes

36 billion tonnes of carbon yearly

and the next video still sliding upward beneath my thumb

37 comments saying touch grass beneath a livestream of somebody having a breakdown

38 soft little conveniences accumulating around the spine until standing up starts feeling theatrical

39 products recommended specifically for me

none of them correct

40-hour work week, invented before humanity decided every waking moment should contain information

41 minutes average screen time before the first involuntary dissociation

42 answers generated instantly

0 instructions for remaining a person inside all this

and somewhere beneath the light leaking from bedrooms, beneath the endless stream of comfort and personalised mercy,

autoplay continues without asking

while my thumb hovers above the next video

long enough that I no longer remember choosing

— Lilith