I’m contemplating a long, luxurious social media break, to remind my brain what it feels like to read consecutive chapters in a book I actually hold in my hands, and to write letters in cursive to loved ones rather than ‘liking’ their post on Facebook, but moreover, I wish to remember the life I led before my computer became my archives, my personal ass…
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