Mediated life has become desperate for the perfect soundbite, the killer catchphrase.

Suits smile coolly while delivering well rehearsed lies, reflected in the stripes of their most expensive tie.

Scrambling desperately for that suitable summary, cutting and pasting rational discourse in a fevored frenzy.

Generalisations and stereotypes have replaced conversation, while we all hide behind our most appropriate facade.

Everywhere is a flurry of chatter, a world of pop up windows and meaningless small talk. A million analogue tweets.

Disregarding time zones and humanity, the definitive lines are delivered on cue to a standing ovation.

The applause is amplified and repeated until the noise is overwhelming and the world trembles in awe…
And then to our collective relief, the applause is gone and replaced by a new, infinitely better phrase.

The world turns its collective head towards this latest of trends, and the irony of the recycle bin becomes clear.

A never ending cycle of increasing futility. This is digital suicide.