Ten years ago I was graduating from high school. A lifetime's happened since then for me. And all the while the gang was comfortably sitting in the couch, making the universe a bit smarter movie after movie.
[also, do the maths: how many dick jokes can you fit into ten years?]
The Internet has become an acquaintance to me. I've slowly let it take less and less space in my life, going from pretty much 100% of it when I was younger to infrequent and chosen interventions. I only let the Internet bring me things I can feed on, creatively or humanely.
And the steady, continuous mind-numbing supernova that was social media to me (with the associated clicks on bookmarks or taps on app icons mutated into out-of-control OCD) has dissipated, leaving behind a white dwarf rich with nourishing material.
Yet this community lives on in my cosmos. I consider it to be made of the same kind of material, because it's a star with an accretion disk. When people like Teague Chrystie shine with such a strength, they possess an inherent gravity with an ability to attract people into their orbit. The gang is a multi-star system and together, they've built a little universe through their powerful mass.
[no one's put on weight. I'm still speaking metaphorically.]
And while their light has faded with the end of the commentary, the life they've breathed into everything around them lives on, setting back the entropy of the universe in their own way.
Happy anniversary, guys. Thanks for everything.
Last edited by Saniss (2019-11-20 09:03:31)