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I have not posted on Facebook for two weeks. Nobody seems to have noticed. There has been no concern. As I expected. It has made no difference to anyone's lives. I've spent decades bashing out dazzling bon mots, sometimes three or four times a day, like mad Trump furiously punching prompts into ChatGPT, trying to amuse a select audience of 700 or so people who were allegedly my friends, though some were already dead, some were people I'd never actually met, some were bands or buildings. It was alright at the start. There was a jolliness to it. Chatting away. And I was a monkey in little blue pants dancing for likes. And I didn't mind, because my dopamine addled brain loved the little spikes and jolts. Heaven. Feed me, Seymour. I wannit. But the dew is most definitely off the bloom now. They've changed the model. It used to be about communication but now its fairly aggressively hiding your friends and presenting you with reels of bullshit, products, sponsored item...
