RACHEL RABBIT WHITE, poet
We’ve spent years caught on digital hamster wheels, spinning solipsistically in our most base states: angry, jealous, needing to be accepted. It’s almost cute, in a tragic way, the fact that we’ve been driven by such a human and vulnerable need — to be liked.
Our continued embrace of the internet, after we realized it was making us spiritually decrepit, is embarrassing. After all, there are still other forms of connection, ways to find and share information, art, jokes and entertainment (if that’s what social media is for). I’m no tech futurist, so I’m no good at predictions, but I will say it’s cringe to not have a New York Public Library card in 2023. I just got one. I can only hope it will save me from further embarrassment.