A mixture of pieces of writing, some recent, but many older. Some thoughts, some from my diary, some are fragments, some are rants responding to things in the news that I got to get off my chest, some are about performing, some are stories some are rememberings, some are of projects I'dlike to make happen.
Saturday, 29 February 2020
Dreaming of connection
FB, when 'friends' were people I knew, people who are close, then I could reach out, but its not anymore its too public and I do not know the security controls I crave actual closeness, not all alone sitting in front of a screen pretending closeness.
'I want to disconnect completely from digital world.' he says. But so much of the way the world is, relies on it. A necessary part of life now, 'but my body is not designed for this.' Its like we are all agreeing that digital communication is only ever partial. So I collude with system in confirming my own idiocy, The reality is I sit here at 3am imagining I am communicating but actually firing desperation to strangers who I will never meet
But maybe I can draw a line between situation where I am using digital tools for necessary communication and completion of creative acts- journal, writing, but not letting my attention get drawn onto incomplete acts, or things over which I have no power
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