May 3rd 2013
The internet does a lot of things well; teaching old dogs new tricks, exposing eager minds to uncharted territory, providing a stage for innovation and self-expression, connecting someones to other someones across the globe.
One thing it hasn’t mastered is fully capturing who you are. A bun too small for your burger, there’s only so much of you it can hold and somewhere between its universe and the multiverse that is you, something is lost.
Whoever you were before you became a timeline on Twitter or a channel on YouTube or a block of images and text is filtered out until the bit of you that’s left is just a fraction of a fraction struggling to represent the whole.
I’ll never expect the 1950s bun-sized nature of the online world to do justice to the juicy, meaty, robust human being I’m still becoming but this journal is my attempt at getting it just a little closer to the truth.
Or at least farther away from the fiction.