new language
the internet has fathered the poetics of fragments, of status updates. & i just read somewhere that Twitter is giving its archive of “tweets” to the Library of Congress. [who the hell would want to read that, i don’t know!]
after staying on Twitter for less than half a day, it’s annoying reading other peoples pages. it’s as if you’re watching someone have half a dozen broken conversations with people you don’t know. a lot LESS interesting than listening to a stranger on the subway, or the arguing couple next to you in a quiet cafe.
now, despite the distance of oceans and continents, we can keep up with friends and family. now, we have no excuse. & falling out of friendship is now a conscious choice. (or is it?)
someone once told me you can only keep 10 close friends during any single point in your life. it’s too hard to maintain more than that. i guess that’s true?
ugh. 4am ramblings. when will the sun come up god dammit.
