Substrate

This particular shapeness of twitter mostly pushed me off of it some time ago and whenever I return it always feels like I’m the wrong shape. I don’t really know what to do there anymore; I can’t capture my voice, my dumb jokes, my weirdness in a way that’s satisfying to me. But, right here on this very website I somehow can. Reminds me of how Ryan used to note how odd it is that dating apps. box us all into the same shape, seemingly for the same “legibility” a timeline can afford.

A tiny bit of forethought, some cautionary design.

Using Twitter the other day, finding myself sucked into a far-off event that truly does not matter, it occurred to me that social media is an orthographic camera.

how they escape their old loops, how they become more themselves, and where they end up. ​ This is the kind of artistic X-ray that makes you want to seek out the subject, put the flesh back on the bones. Which is what I did, and: I loved it. ​ A blogger can simply love a thing, and write about it. ​ an encyclopedia of appreciations.