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‘The feeds could weep all day long’ – Anne Boyer
Pain springs eternal on the feed
Blooming in soft shades of SEO
SEO as in Suffering Except Occasionally
Infinite scroll as milk bottle
Battery life an open wound
Grief targeted by advertising
Data falls like acid rain
Unbelievably cute hippo
Alongside unbelievable devastation
Shadowban for the real ones
Here comes our daily whiplash again
Empathy dropshipped into our laps
The planet refused to let its marrow
Be sucked dry for emails, bad art, pop therapy
Temu sky
Shein ocean
Scorched earth
A selfie versus the algorithm
Our eyes against the glaze