for reasons unbeknownst to me, on the first of may, 2018, after spending a whole day in a way that differed enough from my usual trawl to grant scribbling the minuscule embryo of a reportage about it without giving the gesture itself much thought, i decided to post a sequence of pictures and related captions to my instagram account. i don’t really know what possessed me to do so, since even back then that particular silo had to have been one of the most hostile environments to the simple act of sharing a thought on the whole web: optimized for pushing bright squares right into the black of the user eyes as it was, it left little space for text, hiding it under a cascade of further clicks and taps, furthermore stripping it bare of the possibility of any typographic emphasis or hyperlinking capacity, which was probably a not so subtle hint for the users to shut the fuck up and keep throwing a few more pictures into its abysmal well for the algorithm to crunch.
drowned in the world
drowned in the world
drowned in the world
for reasons unbeknownst to me, on the first of may, 2018, after spending a whole day in a way that differed enough from my usual trawl to grant scribbling the minuscule embryo of a reportage about it without giving the gesture itself much thought, i decided to post a sequence of pictures and related captions to my instagram account. i don’t really know what possessed me to do so, since even back then that particular silo had to have been one of the most hostile environments to the simple act of sharing a thought on the whole web: optimized for pushing bright squares right into the black of the user eyes as it was, it left little space for text, hiding it under a cascade of further clicks and taps, furthermore stripping it bare of the possibility of any typographic emphasis or hyperlinking capacity, which was probably a not so subtle hint for the users to shut the fuck up and keep throwing a few more pictures into its abysmal well for the algorithm to crunch.