It's been a long time since I've been home

I. The Infinite Exhaustion

We have been robbed of our anchors. Somewhere along the way, we traded the dignity of the physical for the exhaustion of the infinite, a void designed by our best and brightest to never sleep and never end. We are the first generation to live without the fold, without a definitive beginning or a quiet end to our days adrift in a stream that has no banks.

II. The dichotomy of man

I've wanted to call my mom and speak to her the way I would when I was eleven. I wanted to tell her about the small, jagged edges of my day and ask her to convince Dad to sign the field trip circular in my diary. I can still see the ink of his signature, the weight of his hand pressing against the paper, making the promise real. But I don't call. Instead, I sit in the dark and consume my nostalgia. I watch videos of people who look like the people I miss. I scroll through the ghosts of other people's memories and convince myself it's better than reaching out. Better than the vulnerability of a dial tone. Better than home.

III. The Friction of the Return

We spend hours every night twitching our thumbs, watching a blur of light that vanishes the moment it's consumed. Ask yourself: what did you watch twenty minutes ago? What did you learn? What stayed? You don't know. Nobody remembers the reels they watched, yet we continue to do it. It is a biological panic. There was a study where people were left alone in a room for fifteen minutes with nothing but their own thoughts, and a button that would give them an intentional electric shock. Most chose the pain. They sat there and shocked themselves repeatedly rather than endure the boredom of being present. That is the sickness we are living in now. We have turned the "red button" into a glass screen, shocking our neurons with a thousand useless images a minute because we are terrified of the silence. If you saw a man in a room, performing the same repetitive, meaningless physical motion for six hours a day, shocking himself over and over with nothing to show for it, you wouldn't call it "leisure." You would call it an breakdown.

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Because they don't care if you're home. We do.