SZLAM

The world on the screen shines perfectly, but smells like a swamp. Beneath the gloss of likes and filters, something viscous swirls - a sweet sludge that is easy to drown in if you look at other people's lives for too long. Every movement of your finger is like a new sip, every story is a drip of illusion. The music crunches like glass underfoot and leaves that most unpleasant aftertaste - when you realise that the digital swamp is no longer outside, but inside.