мама, телефон

Sometimes life turns into a ribbon - endless, flickering, sticky. You scroll down, down, down with your finger, and there's more of the same: grey faces, advice, other people's dinners and successes. The world seems to have become flat, like a screen, and even your own reflection no longer inspires confidence - who is this person with tired eyes and a perpetual 3% charge?

It's funny, but Mum warned me. Only then it seemed like old-fashioned grumbling. And now - silence between notifications, thoughts through the noise, a strange feeling that spring has been left behind in old stories. And I just want to exhale, put my phone away and remember what it's like to live not through glass.