Since 2019, the World Has Felt Off

Since 2019, something in the world has felt off, time distorted, people distant, reality thinner, and the eerie sense that humanity never truly came back online.

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10/8/20253 min read

Something happened in 2019.

Not just a virus or a lockdown, those were only symptoms. The real change was subtler, quieter, and harder to name. Yet millions of people can feel it. The world just hasn’t felt right since.

Maybe you’ve felt it too.

The sense that time moves differently now. That the air feels heavier. That people are somehow both closer and further away than they’ve ever been. Life resumed, sure, offices reopened, planes flew again, the noise came back, but the texture of reality never fully recovered. It’s like someone turned the contrast down on the whole experience of being alive.

At first, most of us assumed it was personal. Burnout, isolation, anxiety, information overload, pick your label. But when nearly everyone begins describing the same invisible unease, it stops being a personal issue and starts sounding like a collective one.

Because maybe this isn’t just post-pandemic fatigue. Maybe something deeper shifted in the human psyche.

The Great Psychological Recalibration

When the world shut down, so did our sense of continuity. For decades, we’d lived inside an accelerating loop, constant movement, constant progress, constant noise. Then everything froze.

Time slowed down, priorities inverted, and silence became a mirror that many of us didn’t want to look into.

When it all restarted, nothing fit quite the same. The rituals we once relied on, commutes, offices, travel, casual conversation, felt like faded copies of themselves. Social connection had been compressed into pixels, and even when we went back outside, the algorithm seemed to still follow us. Since thr tracking apps were introduced our lives took on a new sensation of being alone whilst not being unobserved.

Something broke in our collective rhythm. The feedback loop between the physical world and the digital one collapsed into a single channel, one that no longer lets us fully disconnect.

We didn’t just resume normal life. We uploaded it.

The Algorithmic Aftershock

Post-2019 life is defined by a constant low-frequency hum, a mix of surveillance, stimulation, and subtle dread.

Everything is filtered through screens, mediated by algorithms, and optimised for engagement rather than meaning. Even our memories of the pre-2019 world feel strangely out of reach, like recalling a dream that belonged to someone else.

In the last few years, the internet has become less a tool and more an atmosphere. It surrounds us, dictates mood, and manipulates perception. That slow unease many people describe isn’t paranoia, it’s a form of sensory confusion. Our brains evolved for sunlight, sound, and social proximity; now they’re drowning in digital noise and synthetic emotion.

And when the pandemic ended, we didn’t reboot, we merged. We became hybrid beings, half-physical, half-online, permanently tethered to the hum. The “world” that feels off might not be the external world at all. It might be the networked consciousness we’ve built together, the one that keeps feeding itself fragments of outrage, nostalgia, and doom until reality itself starts to flicker.

The Post-Normal Era

People keep waiting for things to “go back to normal.” But there is no normal anymore, there’s only after. We crossed a threshold where technology, psychology, and society all fused into a single nervous system. The pulse of the collective is faster now, erratic, overstimulated.

The strange emptiness that so many people feel isn’t the absence of normality, it’s the presence of too much information and too little meaning. Constantly updating but never upgrading, or maybe just evolving in the wrong direction?

Maybe that’s why 2019 feels like a border, the last checkpoint before we entered something else entirely. Not a conspiracy in the traditional sense, but a transformation so vast and diffuse that it feels invisible.

Reality didn’t break. But it did hit something very hard, and bounced off into another direction.