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Notifications are hastily swept aside in endless pursuit of seamless distraction. Social media induced amnesia.

The absence shocks, as so many lost chargers cannot. Missing links to the greater consciousness, there is no energy to spare rekindling inner lights, no WiFi connections available, no likes, no friend requests. Eventually, no data and so, this cyclical circuitry leads only to more buffering.

Searching for... the best means, and the right memes, to stitch the rift between two panes of glass and the ever watchful eye : Results not found.

A slight nudge at the hip -a potential reconnection- but, once again, only imagined: ghosted. These phantom vibrations can drive one to madness as can this cyclical circuitry, which leads only to more buffering.

Doors of expression close (buffering). Ties to inspiration are severed (buffering): Page Not Found. Critical updates required. Resetting. Snapchat, Facebook, Instagram, all (buffering) down. Even as the world grows dim, this cyclical circuitry leads only to more buffering.

Low Battery: connect charger.

No flash or photography, please.

Craving direct downloads, electrical impulses, while drowning in a naked sense of isolation; in that state of limbo which occurs when things are 'loading' up, down, or otherwise. Reaching, stretching in attempts to reach the cloud; that nebula of energy -of consciousness- which dwells between this existence and the infinite cosmos, but all this cyclical circuitry leads only to more Buffering.

Tis a universal port...

but between awkward positioning, forced or loose connections, and general (in)compatibility, it can appear to be as taxing as not charging at all. Especially when this cyclical circuitry leads only to more buffering

Oh well. Quick checks, rationed texts, while dying for a link to an outlet; some dynamic tether to stay charged, for this cyclical circuitry leads only to more buffering, always.

Power saving mode activated.

Flip to home screen.

Switch to sleep mode.

Standby.

(Bluetooth active)