ā€œAs a child plotting my future adulthood, I couldnā€™t imagine becoming someone who ogled the glow of screens and sweat-clenched the square edges of devices,ā€ writes Felicity Fenton in her new chapbook, User Not Found. ā€œNot once did I believe I would partake in an incessant perusal of digital walls, skimming notes and pictures from others about their physical and emotional whereabouts, or that I would send others notes and pictures about mine.ā€ This idea is what the chapbookā€™s single, long-form lyric essay hinges on: Though most people have accepted our collective social-media addiction, it isnā€™t what any of us dreamed our lives would look like.

If User Not Found had a firm timeline or a narrator with clear goals, it would likely feel like a gimmick-fueled memoir about the difficulties of quitting social media. But as a lyric essay, where Fenton lets personal experience and imagined scenarios mix with abandon, it becomes a joyride. Itā€™s a think-piece on our preoccupation with screens. The conclusions are pragmatic, but theyā€™re found through fun and playful prose.

While the chapbook looks at the large-scale ways our obsession is silly or sad, itā€™s a personal journey more than a cultural critique. Fenton isnā€™t trying to create the ultimate social-media analysis. She simply wants to snap herself out of casual acceptance and hopefully, in the process, snap others out of it tooā€”if only for a moment.

ā€œI feel sorry for all users and long to free them from the walls,ā€ she writes. ā€œLetā€™s eat pie, I think. Letā€™s stare at the back of each otherā€™s hands. Letā€™s talk about the weather. Letā€™s make out. I want to smell you! I look outside. Orange with thwacks of blue. Itā€™s easy to put my shoes on, to open the door.ā€