In the brief moment when u go to split an oreo in half, do u think the cream hesitates? Is it in a schrodinger state of indecision, not knowing which cookie to adhere to, or was its allegiance to a cookie side predestined.
Pooping used to be a sacred ritual of inner peace. Then came smartphones. Now the only real zen left is vomiting; raw, primal, no notifications, just you and the void. Pure, undistracted surrender. If someone’s scrolling mid puke, it’s over for the species 😮💨.