I enjoy being cryptic here. This space is helped by its own freedom from expectations, especially my own.
I once knew someone who put up an online journal and then posted in it “this journal isn’t for you, it’s for ME.” So, then, why put it onto the Internet? Why do we feel compelled to photocopy our own pimply asses and hang them on our refrigerators?
A bit of chaos is good. A bit of self-reflection is good. Does this hold that a bit of chaotic self-reflection is yet more highly improved? Does making that reflection public somehow validate it more?
The Internet just became, in my mind, the Great Abysmal Confessional. Shout your sins into it, and then repent by getting Rick-Rolled.
Ain’t the technocracy grand?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009