The planet is broken, but you wouldn't notice cause you take all your photos in portrait mode with the background blurred, so the fire engulfing this town is akin to an Instagram sunset.

Edited reality. Everything inside of me is telling me that yelling at you might get through eventually. Trends work for all chameleons and death comes to all comedians.

The fallacy of fantasy is filtered through a little screen. Chopped like lettuce. They won't let us be anything but consumers. Useless to the future of all but the capitalists. Mate, life is expensive.

Coughing up smoke from your Instagram lungs. Has it gone too far or is it still fun? Live within a construct. Laugh at what they tell you. Love, love, love the Stockholm syndrome.

The fish at the uni eat all the ducklings. They don't put that in the prospectus. There's liars on the internet who rely on baiting our breath. There's nearly no one left to protect us.

ADHD is a real diagnosis. Don't believe the media hyperactivity. I'm in the vicinity of human beings breaking their minds like a sport on the daily.

I'm inside. Is that a good use of limited time or should I see the sunlight? Probably. Will it ever work? Keep politics out of punk! said the bloke in the Clash t-shirt. Fast fashion. Fast fascism.

Humanity is staring down a chasm of a loveless future live-streamed to Youtube. Which life will you choose? I'm off to buy a kilogram of fish food.

Can't choke on a sunset. I swear it's a sunset.