Mulch and the enduring appeal of internet absurdism
I am haunted by mulch posts.
The most recent mulch video came to me in the middle of the night, when I was hours into scrolling through a particularly nasty bout of insomnia. The video was an edit of a tiny dog surrounded by a frame of glittering hearts, with an AI-generated voice narrating, “Today, I soilmaxxed to the highest potential. I am full of loam, asbestos and red 40.”
Mulch posts have periodically appeared in my restless nights for months. In the hours that I know I should be sleeping, I am hounded by…