mental metropolis

Standing on the sidewalk in downtown Knoxville, I had just partaken of a cappuccino from Frothy Monkey after a lengthy online session. I took a breath. This feeling was all too familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to it. I felt honed in by different ‘presences’ online, after unexpected bombardments from ads, opinions, images, and potential rabbit holes. Looking around, there were bodies on curbs of…