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.