Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Media lives in a constant state of irony and imposed contradictions. Connection, fractured across millions of tethered satellites. Tools used for closeness, yet through a screen met with detachment. Entertainment idealized to make us think, challenge us; crafted by the same hands shaping ideas flickering through minds. Algorithms meant to see all voices, yet only the loudest emerge. A sense of uniqueness, by following the right rules. Spaces meant for slow drift thought, replaced, with a rush of the immediate, a knowing, easier to digest. Hoping to break through, by answering criteria unseen. maybe I just miss 2009 FarmVille, the subtle use of xD (though not really subtle, contradictions have always been there through cracks), metalcore on my Barbie MP3 player; when media was a place for creation rather than curation.