The Nausea

I gaze out over the Facebook news feed and it appears to me as a spinning centrifuge. I wonder if I should attempt to jump on and join, but I recoil with apprehension, contemplating the possibility of missing the platform and flailing out into the black void of social death, however real that possibility may be.

As I gaze on the social centrifuge spins faster until the landing platform blurs beyond view and the possibility of joining becomes even more doubtful as my social position becomes less and less relevant. Less and less I understand the motion of the revolutions.

That's okay. As I remember, I grow very dizzy standing on that machinery.