I’ve got a mechanism for you, where you can sprout what you think. It feeds into this urge we have inside us to be heard every moment of every day.
It’s instant gratification, instant regret. It’s all out with a click, and while it can be retracted at a later date, it can never be unknown or unseen by the others. You’ve sprayed it on the wall in big harsh angry-black graffiti letters. You may as well have shouted it out your car window, or sent letters to each of your friends, or written it in permanent marker all over your face.
But here it is easiest. ‘Here’ is instant. More instant than any other action these days, more instant than a touch, a laugh, a phone call. That is its attraction to us, and its danger.