Here’s my wish for 2025:
May our phones’ notifications stop masquerading as meaningful events.
May our dopamine receptors remember what it feels like to fire for things more substantial than a heart icon.
May we rediscover the discomfort of basic human interaction, with all its messiness and unrehearsed failures.
Let 2025 be the year we stop mistaking algorithms for oracles. When we finally acknowledge that our digital breadcrumbs aren’t leading us home but deeper into the forest of our own making.
And if none of that comes to pass, may we at least develop better coping mechanisms than doom-scrolling through the evidence of our own obsolescence.
Happy New Year! 🎉
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