I've got 7 years of online journaling on an IG account to process and archive. There's my entire American decade to download from Facebook. Fold it into a digital folder and store it on some hard drive somewhere in some flimsy box where it can accumulate pixeldust. Maybe we'll have devices to open our memories in the future. Maybe not.

I made a playlist with some tunes I used to listen to in the zeroes on another ethically questionable streaming platform we may have to abandon soon... I named it: "Pixelfed is full-blown zeroes nostalgia.” I listen to it attentively in the cool sunlight and feel suspended in my own life, hovering, neither here nor there. Or simultaneously somewhere. I don't always know how to hold linear time.

In 2008 I wrote an essay in a U.S. American college explicating Gronlandic Edit by of Montreal. I was very concerned with having a good taste in music. Considering the myriad ways in which music has saved my ass; a pretty keen investment. I was 22, I think. Though it's hard for me to imagine ever having been 22. Maybe that’s because I never felt entirely at home in my own life at the time. Chronically hovering. The anchoring-feature wasn't unlocked in my experience until years later.

"I just want to hold the divine in mind
And forget, forget, forget, forget, forget,
All of the beauty's wasted"

Maybe it's the PMS, or all the pretty pictures in a digital dungeon, but. Oof. Some seventeen odd years later, still. Same.

#pixelfed #memories #metamigration #nostalgia #zeroes #journaling #blue

Human friends are trickling in, understanding the gravity of this moment in history. The weight of it. Or maybe simply nudged by a soft subconscious whisper that says: "something new, please, someplace else."

I've been watching the most ridiculously uncurated and wild conversations on Substack. I've been trying to open a Pixelfed profile of a friend for days to no avail. Stuck in a glitch-loop.

And I don't feel irked or impatient. I feel relieved.

Oh, how fucking wonderful to be presented with IMPERFECTION. How gloriously sweet to witness the stumbling trial and error phase of a thing. How joyful to feel: YES! I AM ALSO THIS MESS! What a much needed rattling of the deep-conditioned meta-mindset.

Sweet ones, do show us your wyrd, wild, and wonderful selves. Imperfect and unchoreographed and uncensored. It's such a breath of fresh air. Thank you for your willingness to explore new territory with us in some open-sourced pixelated fediverse. Thank you for believing in something beyond that which has made us dull and unreel. REEL US OUT and REAL IT IN.

#metamigration #pixelfed #wyrd #imperfection #freaquency #metamorphosis #trialanderror #lichen #experimentalphotography

I figured out it is possible to add a bio text through the web portal! Still not entirely visible on the app though, so here goes:

My brain is an acre of land that spawns flowers and plants and this here is the harvest they won't sell on market square. A divergent fruit and veg stand. Unsell us! De-commodify our minds!


#divergent #anticapitalist #photography #unsellus #decommodify #freeyourart #metamigration #lichen

It feels better to dump content into an empty receptacle than to try to add something to an oversaturated and overflowing container that's bursting at the seams.

I can't compete for attention with all the sardines in the can. It's too blatantly obvious we are all just a bunch of defeated sardines anyway, so what's the point? But have you ever seen sardines actually swimming together? In-fcking-credible.

For that type of magic to occur, we need space to move. And lots of it.

If the internet can't run out of space, we have to try to swim out of the can to find it. Like a piscatorial resurrection. What would Sardine Jesus do? Toss over the conman's cans, convert some friends, and shape-shift through multidimensional portals in super-good-looking kaftans.

There isn't a river too deep... I'm swimming.

#sardinejesus #sardines #socialmedia #magic #metamigration #metaphores #metaphormosis #swimming #lichen #experimentalphotography #existentialism #musings #emptynet