But you are also a drug. And the dosage makes the poison.
So let’s enjoy each other. But let’s do it with intention. Let’s turn off the auto-play. Let’s choose one thing. And when it’s over, let’s sit in the silence for a minute before looking for the next hit.
Today, there is too much of you. 500 scripted shows dropped in a single year. 2.5 million podcasts. 500 hours of video uploaded every minute .
Let’s talk.
Now? You are the wallpaper of our existence.
You are the ultimate empathogen. A sad song validates our heartbreak. A comedy special forces endorphins into a stressed bloodstream. A fantasy novel builds a door we can walk through when reality feels too heavy.
For most of human history, you were a luxury. A traveling theater troupe. A weekly radio serial. A trip to the cinema on a Saturday night. You were an event .