Social Media Escape Club

no one is thinking about you. No one is as hyper-fixated and obsessed with the smallest details of every piece of my work as I am, and that feels sort of freeing.

I decided I won’t sacrifice my health, my time, or social hours with friends and family to keep up with content. Over the last few years, I’ve accepted that this tidal wave of cultural content is passing me by, and will continue to do so as long as its pushed out at this breakneck speed and volume.

To feel sexy, we need risk and spontaneity. Our phones kill both.

lately, the most difficult part of the day to be offline, the evening, has become my most cherished time to be offline, away from the noise of the internet and into the dark quiet of the night

Recalling the specifics now, I can see more clearly exactly what’s being lost. Scrolling displaces observation, shuts out occasions for self-generated thought, silences out-of-the-blue invitations. Checking the phone reroutes the discomfort of blankness and emptiness. It stoppers authentic—often anxious—waiting.