So.
I spent some time wondering around the world of Tumblr this morning.
There really, for the most part, is nothing to see.
The internet is so strange. So lifeless. The feelings we get when we are provoked into disgust or desire, jealousy and longing-they are so shallow and fleeting, lasting only as long as we are staring at the image scrolling up up up and look what’s this one…
I see young people especially, self absorbed and small. Thier lives REALLY do fit inside the box on their desk. Oh no, it’s raining and I can’t take pictures of myself on my new-vintage bicycle, so instead I’ve opted to go back to bed and document my afternoon of winsomely gazing at the tiny lens that I love.
So much noise and sound and words and the covers are rustling and someone ALMOST cared enough to actually do something daring and right and good. Instead, lets stay here inside and hate and judge and wonder why our lives look the same every day, with occasionally different hoodies.
The intense passivity makes my stomach turn. I’m going outside.
