Thought yesterday morning: maybe reconnecting with my Facebook village (which is people I actually know from childhood forward) will help me to feel more grounded as I recover from this annoying illness during this weird season Reality this morning: immediate panic attack That place has always been marginally problematic and moderately annoying, but wow, it feels AWFUL to me now the algorithmic changes make it impossible to feel like you're actually in touch with friends' lives and instead it's just the unbelievably relentless loudness of people vying to have the correct opinion about Lindsey Graham, about death, about crowd pile-ons, about the meaning of life but ONLY (only) as regards his plus ads and then infinite Creators of Content unknown to me who also have takes expressed through song the entirety of the experience feels like being sucked into the simulacrum but someone forgot that the entire promise of false reality is that it could at least appear to be less shitty