Writing — that good, automatic type of writing that I haven’t experienced in years — is like waiting for a bowel movement.
Tag: Internet
A Memoir is Not a Status Update
This site is more a museum of me, my posts like exhibits behind panes of glass.
Twitter Poetry
Sifting through my digital detritus
some rare moments of light
while others
speak only
of the weight
I wish to escape
A New Kind of Place
Combined, our imaginations shape and create these places, now more than ever.
A Fragmented Web
Just because I follow you on X, Doesn’t mean I’ll follow you on Y or Z. If my internet is composed of many rooms, Why on earth would I want the same people in each one?
Blogging, Rediscovered (or Finding the Right Space)
I’ve paralyzed myself as a result, and created a visual space that accommodates just one mode — a single version of me. I’ve left little room for experimentation; I’ve promised a certain experience for my readers. Or maybe this is all in my head, and I overthink things.
Maybe I just need to shut up and write.
Notes on a Static Front Page
I’ve been wondering what to do with this blog, and I’m leaning toward creating a static front page, pointing to category collections and posts I’m proud of — and moving away from the blog format completely. Preserving the best moments of me, with my posts acting like exhibits in a museum.
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.
On Everything and Nothing & Reading and Not Writing
Sometimes I envision my Twitter feed as rushing water: my presence is a dam, and each tweet is debris making its way downstream. It’s now a challenge to let information simply flow—to let tweets swim by without me seeing or interacting with them.
First Thoughts on Moving In (Or, How My Internet Shrunk)
But I no longer have to rely on looking outward, into a sea of pixels, to sustain this particular relationship in my life. It’s interesting to feel this layer of my Internet now inside my home, absorbing into me, into him, into us. Two planes initially distinct, merging over the course of a year-and-a-half, now intertwining.
