Some thoughts on social media 1

The slavery of social media is the subservience to the first glance reception that a post, or an image, gets, expressed in the form of likes, or hearts, or whatever. In an era were superficiality reigns supreme, at least according to the big boys of social media, that leads to the tyranny of the lowest common denominator. Time is not let to breath to fully absorbs that post. Reddit, and other mushrooming sites, have taken that to a sublimely ridiculous level, I think, from the information I have been able to gather. Getting paid for high likes posts? That would conspire against publishing both posts and image that, at face value, may not be so attractive, which explore some deep issues, both in text and images, but not being friendly, or easy to the eye and the mind, on a superficial level.

When I got on social media platforms, I fell to the allure of the likes, or getting so many followers, most of whom are only seeking to be followed back so that they can boast of having so many followers, but, just for the shear numbers, not able to have a meaningful conversation with, let say, a million people. Perhaps they fancy to be famous, fame being measured by the number of likes, and followers.

Not me. Not anymore. 



Self portrait set up: ?

Set up self portrait session with the Walker camera. Light source a single lamp. 6 plus minutes exposure time.

However, I forgot to set up the timer, so, eventually, I got bored of waiting the end of exposure, so I closed the shutter.

No idea what exposure time was. Development will elucidate if the negative is usable or not.

I did not keep still, right hand were, half way, raised to cover my mouth, then set it up a bit further back.

Yannick was also  making peace with me.

I am drunk, so…

Yes, I am drunk, I wanted to be drunk… Will I get into a new stage in my life from today?

Not because I have won the lottery, or something like that.

But because what is my head…

Bella’s son visiting…


My kitchen window…

Domi on the foreground while Bella’s son peeks inside…

Marks on the glass are from the muddy paws of another visitor, who was removed last Christmas after his human moved away.