We’re hopelessly addicted to our screens

I was sitting alone without my phone and I couldn’t shake off my hankering for hitting the app with a little red button

We’re the product

creating and destroying; flying cars, roc.camera, july.rocks

I want to touch grass

Help me touch grass

pro-tips: 

make some friends who are not in tech and/or media

pick a hobby which forces time outside eg gardening, sailing, climbing, hiking etc. block time on calendar

know the world won’t end and people won’t die if you don’t post that last comment before you sleep (unless ofc if you are frontline worker)

thanks - it’s not that I’m looking for help making friends or a hobby

Its more the desire, and the poetic injustice to ourselves, being capable of so much more already - i feel like accepting a rock in my shoe, as if it’s normal to deal with the pain.  I’ve become frustrated with a screen as interface, maybe.

A phenomenological dissatisfaction with the current interface - optimistic though, not a view point that’s accepting of the status quo, perhaps.