I fell asleep in 2019 & awoke to several million ppl screaming in mi face

“up & down & all around” by baby guava

every moment is an opportunity.

love is in the air, & so is the plan.

traumas are lessons.

common sense is uncommon.

the key to virality is to make h̵̡͔̤̲͕̥̘̗̟̒͒͒͛̚i̴̢̺͇͔̳̟̫͇̐̈́͌̎̄̐͒͘g̷̞̮͉̘̝͕̈̃̏̍̓h̷̡̙̣̜̦̬͋̊̇̄̈͂̂ ̴̮͋q̴̥̬̉̾̀̚ͅu̷̬̹̭̦͈͈̩̱͎̽͝͠a̸̢͔̙̓͋̊͂̒̂̕l̶̲̯̹̟̦͓̬̗͂i̶̡̬͕̠̫̰̍͐ͅt̴͍̖̘̙̫̭̼͋́̈́̈́̂̅̔͛̍̋y̷̟͍͔͇̮̫͚̫̌̎́͊̅̿͂̄ ̶̧̢̣̪͇̓̔̈̈̋̆́͊͂c̸̳̰̤̪͓͚̆̕ō̷̢̰̹̟̼̯͇̭̑̄͠n̵̖̥̼̼̤͍̭̯̙̔̓̅͛̌t̶̛̩̦̱̗̻̾̃̐͛e̷͎̝͖̯̓͜ͅn̸͇̻̠̊͂t̷̛̯̥̽̑̋̀̔.

immersion is a consequence.

i fell asleep in 2019 & awoke to several million ppl screaming in mi face. no matter how hard i try to cope w/ capitalism, i still feel like i’m standing in the middle of a crowded room & evryone i love is engrossed in conversation, but i’m frozen in place & silent.

in evry given moment, it feels like mi silence is a catastrophe. it feels like life is passing me by. it feels like the blessings r literally evrywhere. it feels like all i need to do is grab one, but i feel too heavy to lift mi arm. & i hate it.

no matter how hard i try to feel less like a shell of miself & more like the real thing, i continue to wake up to several million people screaming in mi face. no amount of unplugging will stop the screams. no amount of self care will make this existence more bearable. it will always, always, always feel like a challenge to live.

i would say i’m tired of hot takes, but i think i’m tired of lukewarm takes, cold takes, takeout, take a number, take, take, take, take.

i think i might b an alien. take me home.