I have always been a terrible poster. From what I can tell there are two reasons for this:
I have always been a terrible poster. From what I can tell there are two reasons for this:
I refuse to separate myself into brands. Having a "main account" and an "art account" and a "horny account" etc. have never made sense to me in that I am a human and humans are giant blobs of everything they come into contact with. To split sections of this blob apart for "branding" is to dehumanize it which is why elaborate back stories must be written to support it and shape it back into some fashion of person that people will, hopefully, buy. People are messy and the reasons they do things are messy. To deny this reality is the worst sin. To split a person into parts is murder of the soul.
Because of reason 1 I end up paralyzed. Everywhere feels too 'not enough' as the medium dictates the message. There's the very human need to eat and be loved and, generally, to be a human is to consistently risk both and the binary system that's been created online forces one to choose between living and being human. Words on a screen seem trite and impotent. What got them there? But, more importantly, how will they hit when it's the middle of the night and the isolation makes everything so sharp? Is it worth risking all just to shout into the void? Dare I tell anyone that I like a movie?
