and then I snapped my film in half while I was rewinding it.
YOU – "It's called Crimeposting, Kim. It's disco."
KIM KITSURAGI – The detective looks at you for a long time. The questions on his face stop just short of accusing you of being "uncool".
EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] – He's trying to decide how he can best dissuade you from Crimeposting. Don't let him distract you, Harry boy.
DRAMA [Medium: Failure] – Besides, look what I can do.
YOU – "Besides, look what I can do."
KIM KITSURAGI – "Are you doing it right now?"
tyrannosaurus regina
I know a lot of people found genuine community, connection, and close friendships through twitter, but a small large part of me can't help but characterize a lot of the scrambling to find another platform that will do the same thing--when just a few months ago people were calling it a deranged hellsite they couldn't help but log in to--as some kind of strange self-imposed panopticon addiction. "No! No! You don't understand! The guard is always looking at me and I must perform for him! He loves my little jigs!"
I genuinely think that Twitter should die. The good that people found from it, they found in spite of it, because good people will always seek to do good things. But it is designed to create a festering cancer of outrage in your mind that gorges itself on all of your worst impulses. It is a panopticon roulette wheel that two hundred million people enter and spin every day for a chance to be the main character of the guards attention.