going dark, being human

“I’ve played pros versus cons. I’ve played the convicts versus the prison guards. At the end of the day, I can’t name a single thing I’ve gained from the algorithm.”

Putting the kibosh on my social media.  I’ve been quitting the way an addict quits.  Every day a new threat of quitting.  Not cold turkey, but lukewarm turkey.  Spoiled turkey.  Turkey stinking of poison and fear and procrastination.   

Every excuse in the book.  Excuses in the margins and down the spine.  A million reasons not to quit. What if… how about… but, but, but.  

Fuck all the way off.  Too much of a time-suck.  Too much unsolicited influence. Beginning to go deaf in the echo chamber.  Coughing up black blood.  The canaries have all gone belly-up in the coal mine and I’ve got to find fresh air. 

I’ve played pros versus cons.  I’ve played the convicts versus the prison guards.  At the end of the day, I can’t name a single thing I’ve gained from the algorithm.

The algorithm is what fires me up.  I’m tired of letting that thing decide what my interest are.  I had to anthropomorphize it.  I had to make it real in my mind.  A fat, unwashed, seemingly endless string of code.  Barricaded underground, behind some vault door that only opens with a thumb prick and a drop of Zuckerberg blood.

Quasi-individual analysis based on a general formula.  A public bath and a mildewed towel.  Where is the freedom?  I don’t want to be corralled, coerced, coaxed with a limp carrot.  When did I become so predictable?  

If you want to find me.  Find me here.