The podcast is telling you about how the internet
has rewired our brains. We no longer think the way
we used to – and there’s good and bad
in that of course (you add, since no one asked).

You’re walking down the hill and so since the
walk home is a lot easier the information is
going in quicker and you have time to scroll
on your phone, catch up with on your socials.

You’ve been told it’s actually anti-social and this
is perfect since it’s just you and the dog. And the
dog’s idea of a really good post is one to piss on…and
hey, maybe you aren’t that different after all. But anyway

you are hearing all of this talk about how humanity’s hell
is being handed to it – and deservedly. The handbasket is
Big Tech-sponsored. The revolution took place after a
2litre of Mountain Dew was finished at 3am.

The coders won. They had no moral drivers. Only function.
That was fitted to form. And then became the norm. The ethics
were outside of this reinvented wheel. Hovering in
search of a new Venn diagram. But then you see

a cry for help – a person saying that they have
no money and no way of working out what to do.
Their kid has a birthday. They can’t throw a party.
They can’t catch a break. They are well past breaking point.

Set and match will be called very soon you
have to assume. And you scroll through strangers
offering to lend a hand. Requests for the bank account
so they can help. And then more comments praising those

that are answering this call. There is good in the world.
There is hope. There is something really special. And
though the noise is deafening, and it can feel impossible
to tear a tiny corner let alone cut right through, you have to

carry on reading, absorbing, learning. You have to try your
best to care. You have to be on the lookout  for the
beacons. Little parcels of hope. You can see them.
People are offering them. You could offer one too.