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SHORT FICTION COMEDY
Why My Browser Tabs Are Like Horcruxes
And How Closing Them Changed Everything
There was a time when each tab I opened was a promise β a piece of my soul anchored to some fleeting, grandiose idea. I convinced myself I needed them, each one holding some critical piece of information that, if lost, would mean the end of my world. Like Horcruxes, these tabs multiplied, until they became parts of me I couldnβt bear to let go.
Each browser tab, another fragment of my sanity, served as a reminder of the knowledge Iβd chained myself to. A thousand little portals staring back at me, judging, whispering darkly, βFinish me. Use me.β But I never did. I let them hang, half-dead, feeding off my attention until they consumed every inch of clarity. My desktop became a graveyard β tiny coffins of intentions that I no longer remembered, a mass of ghosts dragging me down into the cluttered void.
It took a dark turn for me to close them all, like purging the remnants of something already dead. One by one, I severed those connectionsβ¦