A hazy feeling has caught on me lately. Almost as if a season has changed, within myself. Only coincidentally in parallel with Autumn replacing Summer, it left me troubled and a bit on edge. Can’t be exactly sure, but it feels like it goes beyond a recent loss in the family, or the flu that’s been bothering me for a week now.
Over the last month or so, I haven’t been able to interact much online, except for a spike in email exchanges. Although, at this point, I tend to consider email as an offline activity. Feeling repulsed by everything that I kind of accepted until a few weeks ago, the only source of active communication, besides email, has been meeting people in person, or phone calls. Been reading quite a lot, personal stuff mostly, but also my RSS feeds, or the Kobo.
Slowly and quietly working through the release of Skinny Kid (German version); still planning new music for next year. I’m unable to follow anything else. Whenever I get a whiff of political news, I run away very quickly. Can’t open Mastodon without being seriously annoyed after ten seconds. It’s like the aversion for social media was not entirely rooted in refusing US-based tech death cult capitalism — it was rather about a revulsion against the idea of following a stream of unending micro-logs. I can’t seem to find any appeal in it now.
Personal websites are good: longer thoughts, even cross-site debates, are fulfilling. Being bombarded by hundreds of disjointed often low-quality posts simply feels pointless, unnatural. The whole idea was stupid, thus, replicating the same scheme using a non-exploitative model is not the brilliant improvement I bought into.
I’d rather live in the 1990s for a while.
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