Lost in noodle nation

I’m lost and you’re not coming in so clear these days, having a big old crisis of the identity everywhere you look. Not quite confident enough to be someone looked for.

With much of lives and love built around a tool that is still mostly used for the purveying of pornography, we become a nation of backaches and strained eyes. Noodle me this lover, noodle me a whole nation at sunset

Is this how I always look at parties?