Metainformation is information about information [or, sometimes, about metainformational information,] and it colors the insanity.

Humanity was infected by a viral strain.

It spread.

It mutated,

becoming more virulent & more truculent.

Ideas itched inside brains —

where they couldn’t be scratched.

The itch could only morph into a burn

that morphed into dopamine-drip madness.

Beamed memes until meaninglessness became meaningful,

the phone-wielding Zombies shambled in a trance dance.

They bumped into people they couldn’t recognize the humanity of

in the absence of the screen’s reassuring confirmation.

If there is a cure. Perhaps, it lies in the metainformation.

Find it.