Love and the lack of it, suddenly the wordPlasticbegan to bouncenext to my unfinished thoughts. It was as if my mind was a forgotten computer where the screen had turned black and a small spiral icon was hitting the corners of the screen dancing back and forth, my mind was the black screen, and the word plastic was the small spiral icon. For some reason, that specific word echoes in my mind over and over when I think about society. It seems as the decades swift through, people become more and more reusable, like cheap bottles of water- swallowed in one gulp and thrown away in the nearest trash. The worst part is, people are okay with it.

There’s a never-ending swipe-left-swipe-right mania based on the best-angled selfie posted on a profile. I opened a tinder account last week for a day as an experiment. I…