2) The Internet Is Broken, Not Me
Lying still, you can finally see the machine. It’s not you—it’s the sludge, the metrics, the endless sell. I chose to step sideways.
Lying still, you can finally see the machine. It’s not you—it’s the sludge, the metrics, the endless sell. I chose to step sideways.
The body stopped, and everything I was pretending to carry fell to the floor. This is the reset and what came after.