(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue