Given a choice between Bob Dylan and a Bob Dylan impersonator, who do you think would play to an empty room?
Reaching for my smartphone feels like an escape from the void, but in reality it only takes me deeper. It feels stimulating, but it is draining. It feels entertaining, but the reality of the technology loop proves that it is false.
The search for something true is the magnetism that catches us in the loop. The truth that will restore and reignite feels like it’s just around the corner, but it remains elusive.
Why do we give so much of our attention and the little time we have to the impersonator?