I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by male gaze, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves to the dating apps at dawn, looking for a quickly match. Angelheaded aesthetic hipsters burning for the heavenly ancient connection -or maybe just burning for some real connection- to the starry dynamo of the Metaverse, who nicotine pouchs and non-fungible tokens and hollow-eyed and high sat up scrolling in the supernatural darkness of coldbrew gluten free matcha latt
