Tumblr just sent me an email containing the information that this site is five years old today.
I’m finding this to be mildly irksome news. Despite not having been (properly and regularly) updated in well over a year, this Tumblr still feels new, like something I picked up briefly, though quickly found boring. But no, apparently I updated this site regularly for four years, and now it’s reached an age where it’s ready to go to school - well, if it was a human, which of course it isn’t.
This just confirms how old I feel and how everything seems to pass me by so quickly. Coincidentally, I turn 42 years old in just over a fortnight. I find it incredible and unfeasible that I can possibly have reached that age, too.
(P.S. Don’t expect this post to signal the start of regular updates here once again. I’ve grown tired of reblogging pictures, slogans and items of graphic design. Sorry.)
I’m trying to leave myself a trail of breadcrumbs so I can hopefully find my way back from wherever I am now. I’m not entirely sure. If this exists.
“ The online friendship of familiars and strangers is largely an illusion. It can be shaped to our individual needs, deleted and blocked. An extension and validation of self, it is but one small step away from being kept company by a computer with a programme to please. Real talk to real people, in contrast, cannot be kept at bay with a click of the finger. Feelings and ideas, in all their contradictoriness and complexity, need to be expressed in words, tone of voice and facial expressions rather than being tapped out in text, tweet or email, with symbols representing emotions.”
“ However. You see what you did, young people. Yeah, you shunted out the cake growers and ushered in some nightmarish Harry Potter spinoff featuring Slytherin overlords and magical Lib Dem owls. But … but it’s not our fault, you blubber, nagging old husks like you kept urging us to remember the 80s and we did and to be honest they seemed pretty cool. That, we say, is because for you the 80s are a grainy VHS mixtape of fish fingers, Thundercats and dicking about in paddling pools. They are not about the disposal of nationalised industry and the systematic destruction of the trade union movement.”