I see screens when I close my eyes. Not metaphorically - literal rectangular after-images burned into my retinas that glow in the darkness. Sometimes I catch myself reaching for my phone while it's already in my hand. My thumb swipes across surfaces that aren't screens – books, tables, my own arm. The gestures have become so automatic operating independently of context nor my intention.

I am mentally framing conversations as potential updates. Even intimate moments feel incomplete until documented and shared. I've started to experience my own memories as passages I've seen, rather than moments I've lived. When did you start experiencing reality as content? How many significant moments exist only as digital reflections? What happens to experiences that were never captured nor shared?