Consume, consume, consume, create.

At the end of the day, when the kid is asleep, I sit down in front of the TV and hours go by.

The algorithm tells me to consume, so I consume. The strength needed to fight it isn't there.

It never ends. Consume, consume, consume, consume.

Then it's time for bed. Repeat, evening after evening.

I don't know what I want from my nights, but I know its not this.

The only thing I know to counter consumption is creation.

The burn is there. The soul wants to make. That's why I'm doing this #100Day writing challenge.

It's out of desperation. I can't keep going without creating something every day.

I want to have a body of work I can look back on and be proud of. Work that connected with someone, somewhere.

I know that I'll be throwing messages in a bottle into the infinite raging sea of the internet. I'll need to learn to be okay with that. But if it means I can tip the balance towards creation, I hope I can shake this feeling that an algorithm is in charge.

I've realized that in a world of consumption, creation is an act of rebellion.

So, let's rebel.