social media
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I use social media the way I use salt-just enough to taste, never enough to live on. bb grey It’s Easter Sunday. I was woken not by an alarm, but by a quartet of birds playing something between a minuet and a dream—somewhere between Debussy and the dripping hush of a new morning. It’s easy
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“Each algorithm-curated morsel falling like manna from silicon skies, too perfectly sized to choke on, too sweet to resist.” Google knew the recipe for the feast I’d been searching for all my life, Each algorithm-curated morsel falling like manna from silicon skies, Too perfectly sized to choke on, too sweet to resist. Motionless save for
BB Grey--musings 