this morning #1829.

this morning, from the second she got up it was tap tap tap. swipe swipe swipe. scroll scroll scroll. first thing she did. slave to her phone. nothing of significance. not yet at least but she kept feeding the beast, betting that she’d see come across something meaningful. didn’t know what it’d be exactly but she’d know it when she saw it. a headline to shake her awake. fuel the moral outrage. wrongdoing by the wrong people. an outrageous act that’d provide proper perspective. character by comparison. without it, she struggled to define which side of the story she’s on. wafted through the world unaware. no reason to care. she’d been living that way for long enough. knew it was finally time to start believing in stuff.