Feed of Emptiness
Abismo Cavado e Medicado
I scroll through my feed
Until my mind stops thinking
A thousand happy faces
That I can't reach
Existence has become a performance
It's become a like
It's become a pose
Sartre said
The gaze creates you
Today, the algorithm exposes you
They sell me freedom
In the form of stories
But the choice they gave me
Was between two stories
That of the consumer
Or that of the consumed
In the feed of emptiness
I am a product
Not content
Feed of emptiness
They sell me who I am
Feed of emptiness
The like has become my God
I exist when I post
I fade away when I'm silent
Feed of the void
And no one sees
That I'm falling
I filter the pain
I edit the crisis
I post a smile
Beneath the perfect image
There's an abyss
The nausea doesn't fit
In a ninety-second caption
And the bad faith I carry
Fits into all my posts
Condemned to be free
In a two-by-four space
The screen that sets me free
Is the bars of my prison
A thousand connections
No contact
No hugs
Feed of the void
I lose myself in every space
Scroll
Scroll
Scroll
But I find nothing
Post
Post
Post
But no one really sees me
I exist for the camera
But I disappear when I stop
I am the feed
I am the void
I am what you have created
I turn off the screen
But the void remains
I turn off the screen
But I still can't find myself
Do I exist outside the feed?