Hot rodent summer

I unsubscribe from lives I thought I lived

Removed contacts with last names of corporations and media companies.

Anarchy in the promotions folder is coming your way

Reclaiming my data to reconstruct myself

Outside of a substack

Another Everlane sale

That newsletter for that one podcast your therapist told you to listen to

You swore you would

Instead you watched Love Island until 3am

I canceled that productivity app subscription

Blocked my old boss’s phone

No more social media work obligations

Where we pretend our posts and retweets are our personal opinions and not that of our employers

If I could nuke LinkedIn from orbit I would

But this rat still needs to run the race

To pay for the drugs that don’t make it that endless

And the twice a week talking to keep the rabies in check

Out of the swamp into the Great Chicago Fire

Real world here I come