Three minutes is an infinitesimal amount of time when a frozen meal is in the microwave. Those unendurable 180 seconds leave us humans not choice but to stand watch, absorbing micro-waves of radiation (hence the name, get it?), while doing a little jig reminiscent of a bad exercise workout VHS from 1992.

There are two indisputable—fundamental truths, if you will—about humans: we like to consume a...

Tick Tock—the classical onomatopoeia representative of the steady of march of time,

indicative of long days and short years.

We cannot hear the clock ticking over the louder craving, the dopamine hit that is affirmation—

approval of the life we frame for an audience of intangible followers.

TikTok—perhaps this platform is duly named,

for as we turn our lives into a performance the ticking of tim...