PRELUDE, AFTER RUSHED GOLD

The Twitter experiment lasted thirteen years, overlapping with, but as long as, the ILxor experiment. I drifted away from the latter because Twitter was the better place for me to say certain things, and it's for the same reason that I've now come back to blogging.


I'm pretty much done with Twitter. It has, as we all know, degraded into a swarthy cesspit of onanistic apocalypse but more pressingly there are also palpable limits to what one can say or do there. To paraphrase the old university gag about lecturers having only one lecture and repeating it endlessly throughout their career, I get the feeling that most people on Twitter essentially have only one tweet, which they then reiterate in ceaseless, minute variations and settings. I do not except myself from that tendency; perish the thought (whereas the unspoken aim of Twitter appears to be: let thought perish). Everybody seems to rotate on the same sub-Sisyphean chassis, shouting at the same clouds rather than getting up out of their armchairs and dispersing them. Nobody and nothing seem to evolve, which I find depressing and distressing.

 

I haven't yet been medically advised to avoid social media but am semi-jumping that sinking ship before such a thing happens. Consequently I'll only really be using Twitter or Facebook in the future for DMs, should anyone feel inclined, or to talk about music, or to link to this new blog of mine, which has no overt agenda other than to provide a safe haven for the kind of thoughts and ideas I no longer feel confident about expressing on social media. Perhaps it is a last resort for civilised discussion, as opposed to treating everybody else like c*nts, and that may apply to the human race in general and not just to the internet. If we don't actually have much time remaining to exist, as increasingly appears to be the case, we should finish that time in ways which reflect us best and might act as a marker for whoever or whatever succeeds us to show that once, we were here, and this is what we as a species were capable of achieving.


Don't look for regular updates; this isn't a job and I'm not being paid for it. Consider it rather a modest conduit to conduct the flow of the type of human thought which is seemingly no longer welcome on this planet.

Comments

  1. enitharmonApril 4, 2022 at 9:25 AM

    Good luck with the project, Marcello.

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  2. EdApril 11, 2022 at 8:58 AM

    It is great to see you blogging again! I'm really looking forward to it

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