Musings on the power of the cursor.
Category: the internet
Finding Space
After reading “My Family’s Slave,” Alex Tizon’s story in the Atlantic, my mind has been a cauldron.
Face
Entered that world once again,
and there he is, my dear friend gone.
I send a friend request, despite —
Just need a moment to pretend.
Fragmented Thoughts On Photography
The image is a byproduct, a shadow of a memory.
The Machine is Your Friend
You think that the stream will satisfy you, that the browser will enlighten you, that this app will complete you, that those likes will fill you.
I Wanted to Share That I’m Not Sharing
I deactivated Facebook.
I haven’t posted a tweet in ten days.
Exploring Versions of Home
You can create your own profile on Medium and Hi and Exposure. But there’s an element of renting out space on these platforms, and I’m reminded of the loft my husband and I just moved out of — one unit within a huge, impersonal condo complex — and our quest to create the exact home we want.
Creating Our Own Narratives
What we post in these moments of proclamation on a site like Facebook is a byproduct, a projection. Instead, life happens between status updates.
On (Un)organized Consumption
I guess, deep down, I do enjoy the labyrinthine-ness of the web. I complain about feeling left behind. About not knowing the best ways to do something. But I’ve never really been someone who expects — or wants — to conquer each minute of the day, to be some kind of marvel of productivity.
Instagram Has Ruined Me
Then I opened Instagram, ran a filter over it, and posted it — to send it off into the world to be liked and viewed for its moment of glory, and to shortly after join the stream of other Instagrams disappearing into our Internet wasteland.
