So interesting. Resonates a lot with what I've noticed about other friends who were born in the same timeframe. I was a toddler and a little kid in the very last remnants of that era -- if that --- perhaps only because my parents were a bit later to the game of acquiring tech gadgets than others. I have a sense of the pre-digital time - but its all a bleary dream. Mostly its filled with fond memories of all these odd devices that briefly sprung-up before smartphones and social media swallowed everything. Taping things on the radio. Rewinding VHS. Floppy disks, CD-Roms. Home-video camcorders. Getting a bloody neo-pet. Dial-up internet. Portable cd-players. First USB sticks. Flip-top phones. Blackberries. various iterations of the iPod. msn. phone snake.
There is a lot more here than I can immediately process and react to. Too many resonances; I'm experiencing a temporary overload. So far, just one word: blimey.
I finished Sofi Thanhauser's book Worn (referenced in the caption of the Moirae painting) and Atropos arrived in the text, along with her sisters, to help end the book. At the very end there was a brief bio of Thanhauser; I found out she was born in 1984.
I'm beginning to think that the only way in which I may leave any extensive and well-thought-out commentary to this is by starting a bloody substack of my own. I mull over endless related points and go off on all sorts of tangents, and all of those processes go on inside my cranium exclusively, out of sight and out of reach.
So interesting. Resonates a lot with what I've noticed about other friends who were born in the same timeframe. I was a toddler and a little kid in the very last remnants of that era -- if that --- perhaps only because my parents were a bit later to the game of acquiring tech gadgets than others. I have a sense of the pre-digital time - but its all a bleary dream. Mostly its filled with fond memories of all these odd devices that briefly sprung-up before smartphones and social media swallowed everything. Taping things on the radio. Rewinding VHS. Floppy disks, CD-Roms. Home-video camcorders. Getting a bloody neo-pet. Dial-up internet. Portable cd-players. First USB sticks. Flip-top phones. Blackberries. various iterations of the iPod. msn. phone snake.
There is a lot more here than I can immediately process and react to. Too many resonances; I'm experiencing a temporary overload. So far, just one word: blimey.
I finished Sofi Thanhauser's book Worn (referenced in the caption of the Moirae painting) and Atropos arrived in the text, along with her sisters, to help end the book. At the very end there was a brief bio of Thanhauser; I found out she was born in 1984.
I'm beginning to think that the only way in which I may leave any extensive and well-thought-out commentary to this is by starting a bloody substack of my own. I mull over endless related points and go off on all sorts of tangents, and all of those processes go on inside my cranium exclusively, out of sight and out of reach.
Go on then. Spill your brains!