Artist

Body

A stranger, yet so familiar.

Unwanted, yet encouraged.

A change, not thought forward.

A curve, placed uninterrupted.

A reflection, so slightly altered.

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Fact or fiction?

Most writers, artists, just indulge in their own melancholy.

They change and edit it until it becomes something different.

Until it becomes something of beauty, fit for the outside world to see.

Because underneath it all, it’s not beautiful.

It’s just really, really sad.

The lure of online

Think back, think back a little further. Think back to those times before mobile phones, tablets, computers.

Think back to those times before social media. Before our lives could be traced back with a click, a scroll of a mouse.

Think back to those times before we turned ourselves into a brand, before we were as contrived, before our only hope of a connection is a ping from our phones.

In the last 10, 20 years our lives have been radically altered due to a man named Tim Burners-Lee.

He invented that thing called the World Wide Web. He gave it away for free; he wasn’t to know what it would become.

Fast forward a few years and 1.55billion people use Facebook each month.

But is this a bad thing?

You can communicate easily. You can keep in touch with those across continents. Share, discuss, laugh.

But it can also take a viscious turn. It can become self-promotion, it can become about your self-worth, it can become about keeping an idea of yourself alive.

It can become a distraction. But not a filling one, not one that gives you anything.

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