Oct 9, 2017
Po, mendoj per ty,..
por renci ka qe ti mke menu i pari.
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Po, mendoj per ty,..
por renci ka qe ti mke menu i pari.
real t@lk
We profile, manicure and curate our social media and online presence yet we also compose an involuntary bank of data which can be identified immediately with these same profiles. Such as the data trails left by every embarrassing Amazon purchase, every clueless Google search, our browsing history from this morning where every cursor click is logged, filed, zipped, stored and archived, both within the machines we physically use but also in a cute, fluffy, digital cloud connected to a rumbling server in a gargantuan data centre on the hills of North Carolina. These ubiquitous bags of data blur the lines of privacy as they are redistributed to companies we've probably never heard of as compressed, aggregated files, specifically tailored beyond our online personalities, permeating our cultural backgrounds, age demographic, location and placement in life, packaged neatly with every click. We became a self-commodified commodity and statistical regularity way before buying a "recommended item" on Amazon, all while we nurture our carefully curated online persona, our naked vulnerabilities are just as visible on the internet as raw, honest bombs of data, exactly representing our offline personas which we only maintain away from the prying eyes of social media, when consulting ridiculous "How to…" guides on Google and YouTube. Every wave of the cursor saturates our collective online currency in the data-moulding hands of Google Trends as much as that meticulously planned selfie and metaphysical 'like' of an author you've definitely never read on Facebook.