The Hollow Feed

Описание: The Hollow Feed — an Alternative / New Age reflection on the quiet erosion of humanity in the digital age.

Inspired by T. S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men, this piece captures the paradox of endless connection and growing emptiness — where emotion fades behind glowing screens, and silence becomes the loudest voice.

It’s a slow, introspective descent into the modern soul — where technology comforts, isolates, and consumes.
A meditation on apathy, detachment, and the illusion of togetherness.

Let the echoes fade into blue light…
This is how the world ends — not with a bang, but with a feed.

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Lyrics:
We scroll through static, faces blurred,
Pixels pulse where hearts once stirred.
Stuffed with memes and borrowed dreams,
We mouth our truths in dead machines.
Soft thumbs tapping what we feel—
But nothing bleeds, and nothing’s real.

Blue light burns the midnight air,
Reflections stare, but nothing’s there.
Our eyes avoid the human kind,
Too close, too raw, too undefined.
We ghost ourselves in filtered skin,
Afraid the world might see within.

This feed, this wasteland, endless scroll,
Where laughter loops, yet eats the soul.
We trade our silence for the show,
Our hate disguised in hearts below.
No blood, no voice, no touch remains—
Just emojis for our pains.

Between the thought and what we post,
Falls the shadow of the ghost.
We rage in text, then fade away,
Delete, retreat, reset the day.
Our words are knives without a hand,
They cut, but never take a stand.

When all that’s left is glowing glass,
And every dream scrolls far too fast,
The world won’t burn, it will just fade—
A whisper lost in what we’ve made.
This is how we meet the end:
Alone, online, with no one to offend.

Echoes linger in the wire,
Souls adrift through static fire.
Typing ghosts with nothing new,
Each one waiting for a view.
Silence hums, connection dies—
The hollow feed still multiplies.

I tried to feel... but only scrolled.
I sought a voice... but heard my own.
In every face, the same decay—
The hollow hum... just fades... away.