a call to arms! we must bring back "traditional" blogging (not the pale tumblr simulacrum, microblog or regurgitated substack slop). a long-form breath, image (photography) and language held in balance, people writing themselves into coherence while documenting the faint atmospheres of daily life and offering what they cherish (devotion and hobby, study and travel, fashion as affect, aestheticism as articulation, thought carried to depth, the slow work of reflection)... there once existed an intimacy, an interpersonal texture that feels nearly extinct now, eroded by over-curation and a kind of emotional anesthesia. everything polished, everything optimized, nothing felt. whatever instagram and its contemporaries once promised—connection, exchange—has been hollowed out and replaced with a kind of obedient machinery. an advertising ventriloquist, every gesture bent toward sale, every self rendered legible only insofar as it can be monetized. i'm exasperated by the surplus of micro-content, brief captions, truncated thought, meaning reduced to a garnish... i miss the human pulse that once sustained "social" media. ( ;´ - `;)
#i need room. to write around a thing; to let meaning accrete instead of sparkle and vanish.






