Infinite scroll: life under Instagram

January 31, 2020 at 06:00AM

After a few years, I came to understand Instagram dwellers as broken people – my people. By Dayna Tortorici

I had reached the point of diminishing returns. I wanted to quit Twitter, but my fingers were as if possessed, typing command+n, tw, enter at any lull in the workday, letting autofill take care of the rest. Like an old woman who finds herself at a familiar bus stop in her nightgown, I would blink at the new window and wonder how I got there and where I had intended to go. More than once I asked a friend to change my password and lock me out of my account. Weeks would go by without incident, sometimes months, but then a protest would break out, or my hometown would be on fire, and the old media was too slow with the news. I would go through the password retrieval process, log on, catch up, lose my mind and repeat the process.

Finally, in July 2018, I thought: I’m going to have a heart attack if I stay on here.

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