I bought something today. It was probably made in China, by presumably sad people, desperate to make a sad living.

It was tweezers. It came in a big cardboard box, and then in a plastic yellow pouch. I like turning on my phone torch and a magnifying mirror, and just going ham on my face. And three hours later, my entire face is seeping, blood dripping on my cheap clothes that I’ll probably get rid of once I find the next big thing.

After that I just spent some time on my phone, scrolling.

How miserable those must be without this.

Nothing in life has ever felt as good as the rush of buying new clothes.

Watching tv while looking at my phone, also partially watching something on my iPad.

The euphoria of scrolling for days on end.

Is this all me and you and they need?