I’m a junky.
Maybe there is people doomed to this, or more likely it’s only an easy justification.
We were best before long ago, like any piece of industrial food, fulfilled with chemicals.
Our chemicals have several names: hope, self esteem, trust…
And if you don’t have this you can only try to substitute them.

Or not only.
We are the fake diseases of our occidental culture, complaining about ourselves.
A tuna fish in a can can swim no more.