The internet is training us for death. All these little videos and snapshots facsimile a torrent of memories. Micro-emotions cascade down, we feel keenly, briefly. When the end comes, we will have the flickering attention span and the emotional volatility necessary to confront our final moments. We will be wide open to everything and completely shut down to the truth of our situation. For the better and for the worse.
We are learning to die, one fleeting feeling at a time.
