Babyling Lustery [new] -

As we grow, the cradle expands into the marketplace, the screen, the scroll. Every thumbnail, every ad, every filtered life is a shiny object dangled before our still-developing cortex. And we bite. Every time.

We are born wanting. Before language, there is the gaze—wide, unblinking, scanning the world for warmth, for milk, for the gleam of something new. This is the seed of what I’ll call baby lustery : not yet the full flame of adult desire, but the infantile root of it. The belief that what we see will satisfy us. babyling lustery

But the eye never says enough . The scroll has no bottom. The newborn, even after being held, still reaches for the light. As we grow, the cradle expands into the