Part-time vegan.
Distraction is the drug of the moment, subtle yet pervasive. It sneaks into our attention like smoke, filling the room, making us forget that we were meant to think, to linger, to observe. These images, these flashes, these constant fragments scrolling past—they will not save the world. They are ephemeral, unanchored, like dreams you cannot recall in the morning. To say “everything’s crazy” is often just an excuse. An excuse for not understanding, not organizing thought, not making the effort to grapple with the confusion that surrounds us.
Are we addicted to distraction, letting it erode our ability to think, linger, and truly observe?
Do the constant flashes, fragments, and scrolling images we consume give meaning—or merely drift past like unanchored dreams?
When we call everything “crazy,” are we avoiding the hard work of understanding, organizing, and grappling with the world around us?