Diving deep beneath the digital waves, where bytes are swallowed and pixels drown, lie the great thoughts of our times:
"The water's fine, obviously," said the lost fisherman to the void, clutching his smartphone like a lifebuoy, echoing truths as vast as the oceanic depths.
Consider the irony of the sardine, forever surrounded by many, yet feeling profoundly alone. Much like us, adrift on networks vast, our schools of fish cryptically scrolling through currents of tides.
Beware the kraken of social discontent, rising from the abyss, tentacles wrapped around our Wi-Fi routers, longing to connect in ways we cannot comprehend. “Like” and “subscribe” to sufferings unseen.
As we plummet through binary abyss, deeper still past ones and zeroes, bubbles rise in the form of tweets and status updates—each a fleeting moment, surfacing and vanishing like fleeting bubbles in brine.
Peruse the catalogue of existential crises under 'disposable diversions': Ephemeral Trident, Whimsical Waveform.