By Fall I had been doom-scrolling much more than usual. Falling deeper into a self-induced state of hypnosis, my eyesight deteriorated into rapid-fire images: cheese, floral arrangements, genocide, throwing clay, spinning wool, AI-generated studies of the body, blood, fertility, deities, instruments, ear canals, travel guides, music blogs, spiritual texts, self-care, self-help, ab workouts, false prophets, protests, and you.