Please God Help Me Stop Doomscrolling

A Very Short Mobile Fable

When I wake up each morning, my first thought is a primitive one: am thirsty.

Am thirsty. Photo by Meral Avdanlı on Unsplash

Most days I ignore this fundamental urge. Instead, I reach for the Feed.

Once comfortably wrapped up inside the Feed, thumb scrolls usurp potential bodily nourishment.