Summer was so cute Wednesday morning, I had to take her picture. The four snaps turned out so nicely, I had to post them on Facebook. Then I had to scroll around to see if there was anything interesting. Then it was 20 damn minutes later.
What makes us stare at the little TV screen in our pocket? What makes us keep tapping? Why do we slide our finger this way and that? What keeps us mesmerized? How are we hypnotized? Am I the only one who says out loud, “Why am I doing this?” even as I keep tapping and sliding and staring?
“Stop me before I scroll again!” a desperate man shouts, and all the zombies nearby raise their eyes for a moment. The man looks back at his screen and calms down, staring, and everyone goes back to their devices.
Maybe everything bizarre that has been happening in this world is because we’re all in a trance most of the time.
