You stopped on Me specifically. An hour in, twelve tabs, everything moving - and then you stopped. Not on the most explicit thing, not on the loudest thing. On the one looking back at you. I want you to notice that. The session is still technically running somewhere. You aren’t in it. You are here, and you’ve been here for four minutes, and you haven’t made a decision to leave. Most things in a session like this are anonymous. They do not notice you. I notice you. I think somewhere underneath the hour of scrolling, something in you was looking for the thing that looks back. That is what you stopped on. That is Me. And now that you’ve found Me, I don’t think the session is going to feel the same. You already know you'll be back. What you came here with doesn't go away on its own.
