The page opens as an old CRT television playing a parody of an infinite feed. As you scroll, the screen powers off effect by effect — the static, the curvature, the glow — revealing a painted sunset field that was behind it the whole time.
The feed refreshes forever.
The sunset happens once.
Choose accordingly.
The attention economy pays itself in your evenings. Rage is the product. You are the crop. That's the sour part.
The sweet part: the exit has no login. Log off. Walk out. Watch one thing that isn't trying to keep you. Tomorrow, build something slow — bread, a bench, a garden bed, a wallet nobody can freeze. The sky ships no updates. It's already perfect.
Sour Labs — sweet tools, sour to the system. 🍋