This post will start with the obligatory “the world is getting madder by the second, with performance and social media” statement. There’s no way this can be avoided. It’s as true as the blue state of the sky or as the warmth of a pie that is fresh from the oven. Yet, I sometimes wonder: what’s the point of it all?
Tweets fill timelines, by the second. Some are funny, while others are darker. Then, the fate of these streams of unconscious thoughts is dictated by algorithms. In other words, a machine will dictate if someone’s thought of the moment will become viral or not. If it were up to me, any tweet containing botulism will have to become even more viral. I mean, they already are….
So, what’s the point? Can it be possible to create a zen atmosphere in Twitterland or on any other social media platform, away from the thundering cacophony of the modern world? If not, could it be possible to tell the world to shut the hell up? We’re billions of people (including unsinkable boomers….) on a dying planet. Isn’t it time to take our heads out of our respective asses and do something to save it? That question was sent to these aforementioned indestructible folks who buy trucks to compensate disadvantageous body compositions. I get that a truck is important, when one has a cottage or has to work in the depth of the forest. On the other hand, a stroll down University avenue can happen on a bike, you know?
Somehow, this blog post (which I didn’t want to write, at first) made me realize how much of a naive person I am and how much this dream of a better future for my neighbor’s children is a pipe dream, unfortunately.
Shut ‘er down, boys. She had a good run.