Surprise! A millennial here officiating my umpteenth version of a blog under my umpteenth internet alias. Somewhere in the vastness of the web there lies several defunct cringeworthy declarations of angst, poetry, and self-reflection born from an inherent existentialism that still haunts my (now creaking) bones.
In this current version I hope to share knowledge, intrigue, more poetry, and wiser reflections. Perhaps it’ll stir you to generate your own forward inertia. Maybe you’ll get bored AF and go outside instead.
That’d be cool.
☆Cyn☆
A thought.
Not everything requires commentary, documentation, or scrutiny.
How much of you exists without your phone? When was the last time you were 100% present in the room, in the situation, in your very existence of everything immediately around you?
How much of you is fulfilled and secure in yourself without your digital self? How much of you is FROM YOU and not outsourced to the digital validation system?
Put your phone down. Go into the closet. Close the door. Turn off the light. Get to grips. This is now a mutiny.
Don’t take it with you into the bathroom. Don’t pick it up before starting a conversation. Don’t open it up when you are bored. Turn off all of your notifications. And for the love of all that is green, don’t phone as your trying to go to bed.
Ironically, this posted from my phone in a waiting room.
