Tiny Injustices.
The term ‘influencer’ conjures several emotions, most prominently nausea, followed by an all-consuming bout of annoyance. Like a Gen Z in a Lost Generation, the perpetual sight of ”twas’ and ’tis” as I scroll down my feed does well to make my blood boil. It’s so lonely, yet so very much the same. We are the same. Symbiotic. We brandish bullshit daily, our captions so far removed from who we truly are. The pressure builds and builds, and the choice is yours: you either turn into dust or a diamond