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Summer's End


Hey y’all,

So I’ve been on dating apps actively for around a year now and feel so emotionally exhausted. Like I feel like the apps are this horrid black mirror esque intersection of raw human emotion, technology, and capitalism. I feel like a little coked-up rat brain spinning in a wheel so girlboss mommy Whitney wolf herd can cash her billion.

I wish I could date without a phone. And I wish my neural pathways wouldn’t flood with dopamine every time my phone buzzed only for it to be a work email or, "Sooo what are you looking for on here?” I fucking hate it here, man.

Anyways, this is my brief reflection on dating I recorded this past summer and only got around to editing it now. I hope y’all have a happy Valentine’s Day and take care of yourselves 🥰




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