Lost in the Web

pixels flicker, a cold blue glow, illuminating the ghost of a face, yours, or a stranger's, mirrored back, indistinguishable. endless threads, woven of data, spin a labyrinth, no Minotaur, but a million fragmented selves, each whispering promises, each demanding attention. information cascades, a flood, drowning out the quiet spaces, the pauses where thought might bloom, replaced by the frantic scroll, the endless refresh, a desperate search for something, anything, to fill the void. connection, a phantom limb, always reaching, never quite grasping, the weight of a thousand unseen eyes, a collective loneliness, amplified, distilled. lost in the echo chamber, where opinions bounce and amplify, truth becomes a malleable thing, shaped by algorithms, and the hungry desire, to belong. the web, a mirror, reflecting back our deepest desires, our darkest fears, a digital shadow, where we chase our own reflections, until we forget, who we were, before we logged on. ©bfa032125