9.24.25: A Digital Laundromat

Sometimes I imagine the internet as a giant laundromat. Social media’s the spin cycle—loud, dizzying, full of strangers’ socks tangling with yours. Email is the dryer: warm, repetitive, always a little too long. Forums are like forgotten machines in the corner with “Out of Order” taped to them, but someone still tries to shove quarters in. The worst part? You never actually leave with clean clothes. They come out wrinkled, slightly damp, smelling faintly of detergent that isn’t yours. Yet we keep coming back, baskets in hand, quarters jingling. Hoping this time our socks won’t disappear into the void.