By skyforbes 
A modern heartbreak: the moment I realized paradise can’t compete with a scroll.
I found myself yelling at myself in the mirror on New Year’s Eve. All alone, half-dressed for a party that I’d really just as soon skip, staring myself down in my eyes like they were going to talk back.
Outside the streets were lit up with fireworks that were about to pop off, and I couldn’t even begin to process that all I could think about how empty and hollow it all felt.
It’s getting worse each year, that feeling that no one is really here anymore. I’ve gone out with friends and watched them live the night only, through their phones.
We were at this rooftop bar once where we had the best vantage of the Space Needle and I was just standing there quiet taking it all in, and the rest of them ended up turning their back to the skyline and holding their phones up to document it.
They were not looking at the city, they were looking at their phones. I swear to God, half of them didn’t even blink. And yes, I was guilty as well. But the difference is, I fucking feel it. The embarrassment, the sadness. The guilt that I am not even in the moment I am in.