Asking for something, whatever that something may be, may make you feel like a naughty child at a tea party demanding chocolate biscuits (rookie mistake.
My life falls apart on a regular basis. Sometimes, it only really constitutes a minor crisis (yesterday all four of my avocados ripened unexpectedly, like they were plotting a collective coup d’état, so I had to make emergency guacamole at 10.30pm).
Our world is filled with discourse- everyone is sharing their personal message, screaming out their thoughts and feelings over social media (with a fervour that is slightly unsettling) , and communicating in every single environment imaginable (I have seen couples who were both on their phones during a date, so if that isn’t proof enough of this problem then I’m a chicken).
The digital diet is your solo trip to Italy when an awful flatmate becomes unbearable. It is your escape to a quiet lake-side picnic when all the city has to offer is a sub-standard bagel with hard cheese.
