Saturday Soliloquy - June 7 25

To scroll, or not to scroll—that is the question.

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and pings of outrageous group chats,

Or to take arms against a sea of selfies,

And by logging off, end them?

To nap—perchance to dream—

Aye, there’s the rub:

For in that nap of rest, what thoughts may come

When we’ve unplugged from this infernal feed?

The weekend promised peace.

But here we are, souls on standby,

Lost in the algorithm’s soliloquy.

So I ask you, quietly:

Will you choose presence over pixels today?

A pen over a post?

A walk over a wall of filtered faces?

The curtain is yours to raise.