Barely Moving Yet Moving Forward

I think about being young and foolish as frequently as I do washing the dishes and changing my bedsheets I often think about romanticising the heat of summer and drinking in beer gardens, when really I hate the lack of productivity and sticky feeling the warmth brings. But I'd push aside my disdain just to brush past the vastness of living again.

We're connecting with a collection of pixels conversing in a code of abbreviations Do you know if I'm laughing out loud? Can I still cry “omg” if I don't believe in a God? My body is tiring from all this unnecessary being barely moving yet supposedly moving forward in this digital modernia haze struck by constant scrolling and stimuli the time just rolls on by And half the time, if I’m honest, I'll forget to reply yet I’m, still online (barely moving, yet moving forward). ‡

Everyone around me is cooped up and caught in crisis barely moving, yet, moving forward consumed in the land of unknowing where stagnancy is the collective feeling of this digital modernity.

WORDS BY Lily Anna @funkyspaghettii