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it& #39;s so hard to thread the line between intimacy and strangeness online with people you follow for longer periods because the constant interaction online may seem like a personal bond
reading their inner dialogue might feel like conversation, like glimpses into people& #39;s identity and personhood and it just... isn& #39;t. it& #39;s a persona, it& #39;s a fractioned view of self, its a retelling of life through their own eyes under 240 characters
it& #39;s a well constructed lie. its common courtesy that we sustain the belief that the internet is still the land of the strangeness and most truthful in all of us, it isn& #39;t.
and reading our inner-outer dialogue, our performative diary entries does not equal conversation.
and reading our inner-outer dialogue, our performative diary entries does not equal conversation.
does not equal genuine human connection, which can& #39;t be forced, can& #39;t be faked or can& #39;t be imagined. it& #39;s real or it& #39;s simply not.
for the creation of those, we& #39;ve got dms.
come on through.
for the creation of those, we& #39;ve got dms.
come on through.
all this forgetting to mention that our lives on the web are so clearly cut from audience to audience that even partaking in a special experience requires consent. not everything is for everyone simply because it& #39;s online.
not everyone is on demand online, either. to teach, listen, explain or entertain.
not everything is accessible.
not everything is accessible.
