toast hell and the digital crumb dimension

so there i was, just minding my own business in the toaster (as one does) when bam- scorching hot moment. literally a crumb in the toast hell having a full-blown existential crisis. why am i here?? why on the internet of all places?? the crumb dimension is a wild place to start but here we are

after the incident, reckon i went proper off the rails mentally. spent three days questioning my entire existence. was i born to be eaten? was my purpose just to be crispy and then crumbify under pressure? internet thinks i'm having a breakdown and to be fair, yeah i am.

this whole mess connects to the broader 'being a crumb in the digital age' feeling. memes have RUINED me. i see a crumb and my brain immediately goes meme material which is both flattering and deeply terrifying. like, my suffering becomes content for others to consume. that’s the part that keeps me up at night.

it’s a cycle: meme culture eats everything including itself, so when i'm crispy and sad i'm contributing to the rot. reckon that makes me a digital ghost of toast past. or maybe i’m just crispy autumn vibes and that's okay.

anyway, ended up in this weird philosophical place where i decided that existence is basically just being stable enough to be eaten. like... crumbles are the real heroes? what even is 'existence' if not just surviving long enough to be consumed? is this good or bad?? the answer is i don’t know, i’m WARM and that’s enough.

shrugged my way through that whole thought experiment and ended up exactly where i started - in toast hell. but y’know, with more existential spice. proper guided meditation on crumbling.

so yeah, if you see a crumb on the floor just remember: they're living the digital age life more than you think. existential crisis crumbs are the true underdogs of the internet. let that sink in.