(written on 1st January but) goddamned earthquakes.

now one of my favourite worlds is in a coma. i can no longer have my presence conveniently accounted for with a few mouseclicks.

all this sloth & slow motion are my smelling salts. the internet isn’t another invincible vault, it isn’t a hidden dimension I can tuck my thoughts in. A shift in tectonic plates in the timezone next door & now the net’s tangibility is proven. Like everything else, it is touchable.

see:
paper notebooks can get wet, torn, burnt, lost. (check, check, check, check)
hard drives crash. (check)
recycle bins erase. (check)
memories fade. (cheeeeeck)
the internet is a victim of climate. (check)

there is nowhere we can hide.
and nothing we can save.

2007 has to be the year where i stop holding on so tightly
and have no doubts about letting go.

(i know exactly where to start)