I'm feeling a bit 'meh' about the internet right now tbh: the relationship between writing and crappy capitalist systems where think pieces are pay per click, and outrage is carefully constructed(the weird hypocrisy of it all). I'm bored of think pieces and websites and just everything! It all feels so toxic. I love writing but I don't want to be (inadvertently or otherwise) part of such a horrible culture. I'm not sure what this means for my writing. Maybe I will just write for me, and a small circle of people who share my world. I think I would like that.
[To quote Tove Jansson: “I ONLY WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE AND PLANT POTATOES AND DREAM!]
My blog is going to be three years old next month and as I gain more experience I recognise the corruption and abuse behind so called 'enlightened' circles and it disgusts me.
Language has always been an important way to express myself, as someone with learning difficulties who struggled with my speech until my teens getting words to do what I want means the world, because it means I can create a world.
But I question if online writing is always a good place for this? I have no intention of replacing a hostile irl world for a virtual one. That would be silly.
This was not a cryptic 'I am quitting blogging' kind of post, but I might take more internet breaks and make less internet based work for my own mental health, I'm just thinking out loud I guess.
But yeah enough of this introspective nonsense! Let's mood board!!
I hope you bbs are well and safe and warm, I love you lots even though sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself on here haha,
dolce and gabbana f/w 2014, Lora Hristova, Self-Portrait (Money Shot), 2011, thousands of ice sculptures left to thaw in the sun, Nele Azeved Kyary, Viktor and Rolf, Mary Kate and Ashley, can’t go home, angels ribé, 1977 John Baldessarri: In 1970, John Baldessari cremated all his paintings, baking some of the ashes into cookies. Documented as a cutoff point in his career by the photo piece “The Cremation Project.”