The Guncle

And several dozen comments that just read: First. Whatever that was supposed to mean; these anonymous viewers all thought they were Columbus.

"Trying to say how much your mom loved you is like trying to describe the size of the universe. It can't be quantified. Can't be done. I'll bet she finds a million ways to say hello. Your eyes just have to be open to seeing them."

We're hyper-connected, but at the same time desperately lonely. We're overstimulated by bright lights in our face all the time and the promise of more and more content, more and more people to follow, but we're also numb, scrolling and scrolling past images we don't even take the time to recognise, or form a cognizant thought about what they're saying. About us, the creator - not God, mind you - the content creator, about life.