24th April 2021
We are so tiny. Like dots that do not even matter. I mean we literally live on a dot that’s floating in the middle of nowhere. On that dot we have all kinds of people, friends we love, strangers we hate, friends who are selfish, strangers who are helpful. They may be just a nobody on this remote island we dwell on, but these people are our world. These people, matter to us.
I clock almost 9 hours on Instagram everyday, even close to 10 in this lockdown. Spending my life watching the lives of actors and influencers and content creators and sometimes even trying to be one. It’s been a different ride this last couple of months, I tell you. All I see is dotted stories. DMs gasping for oxygen, a family’s distress wanting to be amplified and documents full of important resources as precious as votes to the government. Oh these actors and influencers and content creators are saving lives.
These dotted stories are assisting humanity. And let me get this straight. No newspaper is going to be printing this, no news channel is going to be telecasting this, they are anyways busy pleasing our king. No one’s getting paid to amplify, no one will be remembered very soon. But we still stand by the people, all of them. These stories may just be dots floating in the middle of nowhere. And these people needing help, just nobodies. Yet these people, matter to us. These dots, matter to us.
It’s been a different ride this last couple of months, I tell you. All I see is dotted stories…