#this is my 249th

I wake up looking at my reality all of it has been curated especially for me outrage, anger, tragedy and laughter all the same identified in algorithm and filed with my name it knows just what to feed me to fulfill all I need I don't begin to question what ends up on my feed this endless convenience has become just like breathing something invisible, taken for granted something I'm always needing questioning this loop is like questioning reality and just like me you've fallen to virtual insanity