My mind is reeling
from an endless feed.
An infinitely scrolling,
attention predicting
media stream.

It offers me
a source of
stimulation
that elsewhere
I don’t receive.
And bleeds
a simulation
of its contents
on my waking life..
through dreams.

Is anyone
truly in solitude
when psyches
are projected
unto public
screens?

In this agora,
I’m afraid..
I have no
mouth..
and I must
scream.