I sometimes catch myself scrolling and stopping, not because something interests me, but because something demands my attention.
A video. A headline. A moment clearly taken from someone else’s real life, often at its worst, now framed for quick consumption. I pause, feel a flicker of discomfort, then move on. And it leaves me wondering when that became normal.
At some point, almost everything turned into content.
Not just the good things. Not just the funny or impressive moments. But grief,...