Day after day, hour after hour, we sit in front of our screens.
On trackpads and touch-screens we scroll and scroll aimlessly for inspiration and excitement.
The mundanity of the day is filled with status updates and selfies.
Sharing videos, sharing music. Cats, Bieber, sex advice, and tech reviews.
In this digital age, we upload out of bed and download back into the covers, day after day, with mere megabytes of substance in between.
In this digital age, life is instantaneous. Instantaneously, we are able to locate the complete biography of anyone in our school. We can instantly discover what their favorite band is or which shadow of a political party they loosely follow.
My elders said “back in the good old days,” yet this is the golden age. Of TV, media and video games, our experience has never been more rich. We sit idly, absorbing hundreds of ads, instantly craving whatever the media tells us we need.
Snacks, energy drinks, wifi, hook ups, homework, Starbucks coffee, shitty coffee, bagels, bongs, lines, j’s, hits, sips, sploofs, shots, shotgunning, hangovers, religion, philosophy, hypocrisy, adultery, condoms.
Thoughts flow through my head like a speeding current as I surf the web, and fish for inspiration. I am a thinker in the age of doers. I am a realist in an age of those who couldn’t care less. I am judgmental in the age of artificiality. I am an intellectual in the age of Instagram. I am a reader in the age of SkyMall and BuzzFeed, and a writer in the age of Google Docs and Twitter.
Delete browser history.
By Alec Kaden