Feeding Them Pixels
Dreams are grand. Until they come true.
I have to admit something slightly embarrassing.
Not to sound dramatic—but after twenty years online, I feel like social media might have vacuumed out huge chunks of my personality.
Okay that was dramatic. I had always thought visually, and I have nothing against the online world… And yet. After all these years I’m afraid that my imagination had slowly morphed into a social media mood board. I feel as if some parts of my life were no longer being lived, so much as anticipated as stories. Experiences became aesthetics before they even became experiences.
And the craziest part?
I would never have known.
Until I got a garden.
LITTLE SISTER TO THE RESCUE
“For fuck’s sake. It’s just a garden. Mistakes are allowed.”
I spent my life on my computer or in airport hallways, traversing destinations. Entire years were spent arriving someplace, capturing it, sharing it, then leaving before it was time to truly enter reality. Experiencing life was… Consuming it. Which, to be fair to my poor little self, isn’t just my pathology. It’s modern life.
