My Digital Armpits Stink
March 4th, day 9 of this shit.
I’m on edge. I restlessly check my phone. Fuck, so agitating..
I go to the bathroom with my phone, I go to sleep with my phone, I wake up at night and check my phone. When I hear an air raid siren, the first thing I think about is my phone.
My brain looks for the euphoric feelings it used to get from the newsfeed every time I read about how strong we are, how successful we are in getting rid of the occupants, how many of them died, how the Russian economy is crumbling. Yummy!..
