Age Of Narcissism

by JoM

I scroll through faces, filters, and fame, watching a world that worships its own reflection. I’m the guy in the corner, beer in hand, laughing at the madness while the crowd chases likes and light. Every pose hides a crack, every grin a need. I don’t preach — I just see it: the age of narcissism, where truth fades behind the glow of the phone.