Coming home

“To step into the stream of any social network, to become immersed in the news, reactions, rage and hopes, the marketing and psyops, the funny jokes and clever memes, the earnest requests for mutual aid, for sign ups, for jobs, the clap backs and the call outs, the warnings and invitations—it can feel like a kind of madness. It’s unsettling, in the way that sediment is unsettled by water, lifted up and tossed around, scattered about. A pebble goes wherever the river sends it, worn down and smoothed day after day until all that’s left is sand.”

I read this piece by Mandy yesterday and I've been thinking about it ever since because of the analogies and way in which she talks about social media is so good. I had a hard time choosing a quote as there was another paragraph that hit me hard, about the nostalgia of the old Twitter and what it was. I'm no longer on a computer all day like I was in prior years, so I post a lot less frequently here than I'd like. But I use a journal and all the things that used to go into social media end up there. I have no where to syndicate my thoughts to and that has been very good for me and keeping my mind clear and my thoughts on what is important rather than the muck.