Facebook isn't life- but it feels like it sometimes. Being a start-up means milking this social networking thing for all it's worth so I'm constantly in the feed. Sometimes it feels like I'm getting pulled into the Ocean by the undercurrent. Too often, it's 2a and I've checked up on a new post, then back to etsy, then back to facebook, then back to etsy, and now instagram only to find myself lost in the photo-stream of some long lost classmate while my phone vibrates next to me alerting me to some sort of update. I feel hectic, I feel a bit lost. I need a walk. I'm wishing I could tear away, or go to sleep or get to work- my real work of folding and pinning and sewing, or maybe just have an undistracted conversation. But the screen pulls me close with it's hypnotic grip, so I do the best i can to make it a useful experience. After all, I am making connections never before possible, and sharing my art and ideas with an ease that did not exist in the past, but the feeling and sensation I wish I could get from this picture screen, is something distinctly human and tactile- something I can only get by actually moving my body around to create real physical action and interchange. Pretty wild stuff. It's an electric light Jungle- I hope to make it out alive.
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