When the words “purpose,” “progress,” and “success” begin to sound like broken echoes.

We scroll through our feeds, chase recognition, and build our fragile identities out of data, yet beneath it all hums a quiet dread:

I'm watching a concept of stability, and the only constant I have ever known dissolve in front of me. This place I felt was home feels like a hollowed out crust of a forgotten memory slowly crumbling around me. I'm watching the dust collect in corners and fruit tree cycles without harvest. There is a feeling of laughter that was once here... See more

there’s something larger going on, particularly with those of us who’ve been posting for most of our adult lives: on Tumblr, on Facebook, on Twitter, on Snapchat, on Instagram. We’re exhausted with the labor of self-documentation — especially when it seems that our posts aren’t even surfacing for our close friends. But we’re also tired of being... See more