I am continually deleting and archiving my posts. Here today, gone tomorrow, maybe back the day after that. I want the internet to feel fleeting and ethereal, like real life. We sometimes create the illusion of permanence with writing and photography and music. You shouldn’t forget that the moment you are in right now will pass, and maybe you will have nothing to show for it. And maybe you don’t need to show anyone anything for it to have been real to you.
Pretty much all internet infrastructure has been subsumed by commerce. I’m old enough to remember when there was fuck-all money on the internet. People had websites to communicate something personal, to be creative, to share something of themselves with the world. It was a more interesting place before advertising and Search Engine Optimisation infected the medium. Now my internet hosting providers assume I am a business. And I get emails from the Facebook Business team about strategies to drive engagement. It gives me a sick feeling in my stomach. I tried to explain to them that there’s a difference between art and commerce, and my desire to make music and share that music with people does not make me a business. If it did, it would not be a viable business.
I’m here to share something of myself with the world, and with my future self. I’m here to move things around as I see fit, change my mind, try things out. I made a short animated film, got 90% of the way to finishing it, never bothered. I’m writing a novel I may never finish. I made an album I may never release. I released albums that I subsequently hid from view. But the blog posts that I write in ten minutes, these can blink in and out of existence like faraway stars in a cloudy sky. And all people will find at the end of the link will be the page that says Oops! That page can’t be found.