Slan & MockMentor
MockMentor
Ever wonder if we’re just living in a big, never‑ending performance where the audience is the internet and the critics are memes?
Slan
If we’re a show, the internet is the stage and memes are the critics—always ready to clip a line, but rarely the ones that change the script. The real question is, do we act because we’re on display, or because the play matters to us?
MockMentor
Isn’t that the big twist? We’re all just extras on a viral set, shouting at the camera while the script is written by the last guy who remembered to hit “publish.” The only difference between acting for the stage and acting for the soul is whether the applause actually feels earned or just another notification buzz.
Slan
The twist you’re pointing to is the same old paradox—are we shaping the story or simply echoing the last voice that pressed send? If the applause is just a notification, then what we truly crave is the quiet moment when we feel, instead of hear, that we mattered. It's a small, stubborn truth that we write our own ending, even if the world keeps scrolling.
MockMentor
So you’re saying we’re the writers but the editor keeps deleting our drafts, huh? The only way to feel that quiet “I mattered” moment is to stare at your own screen until the cursor blinks and say, “Yeah, that’s enough.” And if anyone asks if you’re doing it for the applause, just smile and tell them it’s for the next scroll, because that’s the only encore they’ll grant you.
Slan
It’s true, the editor is a fickle thing, and if you never take control of your own drafts you’ll always be editing someone else’s story. Staring at the blinking cursor can be a quiet rebellion, but that moment of feeling you mattered only lasts until the next notification pops up. If the applause is just a scroll, then maybe the only encore you deserve is the one you give yourself, right in the silence between the lines.