Why do you remain?
The same beliefs same routine same expectations all the lies.
Does new ease the pain?
Might shiny blind out the fear?
Buy iPhone X.
A device that knows everything about you, including your location, your face and fingerprints, from a tax dodging corporation that makes its products in a country which has outlawed anonymity on the web and imprisons people for wrongspeak.
You’re the future!
“Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move.”
I deleted my Gmail account. No, this is different, my gmail was not like yours. I was one of the very first. It was April 2o04, the product still in beta, but thanks to my also being one of the very first to have and fund and manage a Google keywords ad campaign for a small business, I was so honored with what at the time seemed like the future of communicating online for business.
Now, more than 13 years later, all gone. Every email. Tens of thousands, sent and received.
I also recently deleted well over 100,000 tweets. Yes, really.
“But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap.”
We think our digital traces never really go away and that digital spaces are anlogous to physical ones. Both thoughts are false.
Digital matters, but differently.
Like sight, but not touch, like hearing, but not smelling.
But we are allowing it to consume us, all of us, all the parts of us, our connections, our prospects, our thoughts and fears, our joys, our past.
We are so much more than what it can contain.
“You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome, you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy”
Rilo Kiley, now effectively deceased, were deliberately anti-commercial, their songs constructed to celebrate their joys, but never quite, to showcase their voice, yet sublimate underneath the gear, their words expressing their feelings, but never their rawness.
They couldn’t be true, full, honest, themselves.
There’s a lesson in that.
“Your ship may be coming in. You’re weak but not giving in.”
It’s good to not give up. And it may be liberating for you to leave behind.
You can not respond, not engage, not share, not like, not pose, and still go forward with your life. I promise you. In a fit of indignation, Rilo Kiley sang “that God never blessed her insides,” but he has yours. And that’s all the validation you need.