New Orleans, 2012

I miss the golden days of Twitter when I discovered new music, scrolled through lyrical babble, and made genuine friends. But no matter how hard I try to maintain a feed dedicated to these things, the hysteria and hate somehow still bleeds through the floorboards. More and more, I don’t want to feed that machine.

Is it possible to engage with social media without losing your soul? To sidestep its outrage mechanics and degrading scoreboards? With their idiot logic of hearts and retweets, these channels are fundamentally designed to advertise oneself—so perhaps using them sensibly requires stripping away the self. To quit any attempt at appearing bright and clever and informed, and instead find new ways of listening and looking that encourages imagination rather than opinion. To erase the “I” and stand outside of time, writing like a ghost.

Such were my thoughts as I wondered if I might find a way to use these spaces differently. Then I realized I should follow this advice in all areas of my life.


Labradford – Phantom Channel Crossing

Labradford | Kranky, 1996 | Bandcamp
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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