Last night, in between bouts of sleeplessness, I had a strange and troubling dream. However, I cannot recall what it was. All I can remember is that, after waking up, I decided I should stop doomscrolling on Instagram. It was still very vivid in my mind at the moment, but now only the reaction remains.
What was it? I’ve been wondering all day today. Was it something related to the news? God knows these have been truly trying times for the world. Was it something about constant surveillance? The death of our sustained attention? The outsourcing of our thinking?
Perhaps the contents of the dream don’t even matter. The message was clear, anyway. But go tell that to my obsessed brain.