Meedi Mydi Media Mo
Meedi Mydi Media Mo
I scour the pages of friends and foe
Night and day, a restless soul
I cascade into a virtual hole
Betwixt my Egyptian sheets
My body aches, my eyes bulge
Fingers scaling, skin peeling
My head vibrates, ping pong po
I voyageur into a universe of unknowns
A world of pixels, a dream of fictions
I swipe away, I tick tock toe
I eagerly consume the tales of joy
I make believe, my mind my corpse
Rot tot tot, I slowly age, I cry alone
Its echoes heard across the memes
Forever impaled on Insta’s feed!
Reiss Haidar
01/11/2020
Clearly, I’m not talking about myself, but I’ve noticed an inordinate amount of people are hooked on social media, the most understated of addictions. Some social media apps are as bad as being hooked to cocaine or heroin. People are now living their lives online, comparing themselves to others, being triggered by posts and pictures, eagerly consuming fictions and fantasies. This is not going to end well, it is arresting the intellectual development of young people to have normal experiences and relationships. It is no way to achieve wellbeing in our lives. We need to go back to the old days, when friends were real, and I mean that literally – when they were actual living beings, and not virtual persons evolving through pixels.
