The poem jumps between moods and scenes so quickly that it feels like a dream, or a scroll through a feed. It opens with a vague, almost cosmic question about an "invisible hunger in the sky," then drops into something small and teenage: scratching a crush's initials under a desk. After that, things turn strange. A stranger called Tom, who speaks Turkish, is stalking the speaker, and customs officers wave through a slip admitting to two kilos of cocaine "hidden in the vortex of my soul."
The speaker seems to want to be noticed. Nobody reads the confession, so even a wildly dramatic admission goes unseen. The last lines, "This is not to brag, / just to prove that I exist," make that need plain. The mood is darkly funny and a little lonely, mixing absurd comedy with a real worry about being invisible. The long clickbait-style title adds to this, since it suggests a world that is loud with attention yet strangely empty.