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Someone’s life, better than yours

A retreat in the Swiss mountains,

bliss mounting

Reality striking, painful hiding,

Retreat

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Cute cats, dogs in hats, a seal claps.

The trainer clicks and gives a treat.

Clap, Click, reward.

I clap, click, and reward myself by moving on toward

nothing in particular.

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Time idles by as my finger slides up, my eyes scanning, my brain. Dead.

Tick, tock

Auto-play has an awful way of making sure attention stays

Tik-Tok

trends

I hate my friends for capturing my attention when it rolled, belly up, in front of them, begging to be tickled.

My ego indignant

I read books,

I write novels

I don’t watch viral videos

Yet here I am

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The screen changes, my page remains an evergreen shade of blank.