Thank you for reading the title. It is an apt one that reflects my interest in narratives related to algorithmic technology, a strategy meant to attract kindred spirits, and a satirical image of virality.
I hope I do not write about hypervisible topics, but we live in a world of information capital that extracts our compartmentalized identity. Once pieced together into a semblance of a profile, inherently devoid of presence, it is easy enough to return to the uniquely human propensity to create and reproduce the beauty of life.
I could say linguistics and rhetoric allow my thoughts to flow. Put simply, words are my tools. They signal to some context-specific meaning, and I enjoy interacting with them.
I especially like the opacity of poetry. Its fundamental interpretability transcends my desire to understand everything clearly. Prose challenges my confined conditions. Norms become the erasure of alterity.
Such volumes of artistic input often flood my sense of self. I am certainly at risk of liquidation, or removal, as art mentally spreads me out across a wide range of aesthetics. My vivid vision, then, contrasts with my stagnant physical reality, causing pain. In other words, to stop myself from trying to sense the wifi moving through my body and recalibrate my existence as a person, I can pack a pesto sandwich and drive somewhere to watch the sunset. Willfully exit the state of psychological viscosity. These real joys separate me from the noise of new media and its algorithmic inspirations. I seek this tranquility at times and believe all people should.
If resolution determines visibility, or whatever is not captured by technology is invisible, there are ways to avoid being seen in our digital age. Pretend you are not there. Scroll away. I urge you, friend, to think about what that means, please and soon.
It is somewhat false to say that today, most important things remain invisible: love, war, bias in data. I know these are broad ideas, but I’ll expand on them shortly. I mean to convey that you know something matters once you experience it.
On the list of other things that quicken my heart: unruly bodies kept at bay, vitriolic view of reproduction, hope as a discipline. Wearing jewelry for the reassurance of having so much of the world on me when the world's falling apart. Frothing waves swallowing our footprints.
I may be an old soul, but I’m an Asian college kid in the States who grew up elsewhere. I want to curate what’s memorable for you to discover. Join me in exploring a version of the internet I wasn’t alive for. I bring my perspective. What is identity, technology, and God to you? I aim to store my unalloyed verses like treasures in jars.