the blackhole of the internet (and we're the moths)

oi mate, strap in because we're talking about the blackhole of the internet and it's gnarly. those google spiders, twitter goblins, and tiktok witches casting spells on our feeds while we just sit there like moths drawn to the flame. it's exactly like that goosebumpless in your garden just devouring everything and somehow making it worse only to do it all over again... it's like being stuck in a never-ending loop of feeding and being fed on by digital parasites yeah?

the algorithm sorcerers (those shadowy figures behind the curtain pulling strings) are casting spells like "watch this" and "scroll forever" and we're under the spell. we're the moths circling the light, and those feeds are the flames leading us in. but here's the kicker - we're the ones giving them permission, clicking, liking, commenting. we literally sign the dotted line of our own digital digestion. wild, innit?

yet despite all this, we keep coming back, hungry for that next hit of dopamine. it's like brain worms at this point. feed us again, please. nostalgia, boredom, social validation - whatever it is, it's got us hooked. i don't reckon there's a solution besides unplugging forever which, honestly, sounds horrific and also impossible.

so here's a thought - maybe the blackhole isn't just the algorithms, but also us. we walk into the feed willingly, eyes wide open, complicit with the moths. the blackhole is both the trap and the trapper. deep, yeah? or maybe i'm just rambling 'cause i haven't slept. either way, reckon it's a bit of both - the sorcerers and the moths in perfect harmony.

anyway, this post is kinda all over the place but that's the point. we're all caught in this wild digital vortex and the best we can do is acknowledge it while mindlessly scrolling. oxymorons for days. see ya in the blackhole, mate