In 2009, I join Twitter.
I make friends there.
I can see their posts.
Twitter has a Nazi problem.
I pre-emptively join Mastodon.
But I don’t really use it yet.
Elon Musk buys Twitter.
My friends start leaving.
I no longer see their posts.
I want to see my friends’ posts.
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I find my friends again on Mastodon.
Now I have two apps to keep track of.
But I can see my friends’ posts again.
My instance admins get in a fight.
Friends’ instances defederate from mine.
I can no longer follow them, nor they me.
I am told about this by a friend who noticed.
There is no indication given by the software.
I am not notified of the connections I’ve lost.
I want to see my friends’ posts.
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A friend invites me to their instance.
I accept, and migrate my profile across.
I re-follow missing friends I can remember.
And I can see my friends’ posts again.
A friend posts photos on her instance.
But those photos are not visible on mine.
Her profile appears, to me, devoid of images.
My new instance seemingly media-blocks hers.
There is no indication given by the software.
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I just want to see my friends’ posts.
Am I wrong to want that?
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@netkitty 🐞🌱🌼?
@netkitty *drops a leaf on the periphery of your vision*
A Message For You ✉️
@netkitty *rustles quietly*
lightly non-euclidian
and the other side reached back
cascades of purple-green fractal-hands
dark light, hot black
reaching towards me, hands forming, my cheeks unwarming as they touched, both filled with intention and somehow, slack
from above they drooped down, perhaps some yellow around the edges, they did not seem to vanish in the light, yet became far less easy to observe, and as others had a perchent for bright light, no interaction with others has been observed
where to begin?
at the beginning of course.
at the beginning
a very good place to start
it began painfully
less mentioned there is better
misery thrives in retelling
and we cultivate other dreams
a small seed
thriving in need
no hint of the false horizon
yet
aware
that
thinking is important
too
you know
threads of connections around them
three'd eyes open wide
reaching towards the other side
your phone is just a computer
that won't ( can't? )
turn off
or stop listening
or stop watching
and we all keep voluntarily
plugging in the energy tether,
five times a day, eight days a week
this ritual of the connected times,
feeding our faceless boxen another USB of electric pixies,
trying to find connection over the wires
filtering inputs for meaningful patterns among the noise
poem (reference to body fluids, mild surgical gore, immolation)
pick the scab until it bleeds/find the shard caught underneath
pick away the faded crack
bones charred bright with skin laid back
arms akimbo/ribs are slack
sightless eyes and ears pulled back
ream the abcess
sew the gore
leave the drainings on the floor
scrape away and use no more
finding the heart of a thorn
finding the root of a tomb
finding the way from before
kinesthetic knowing
re: SSRI tapering, antidepressants shortage meta
@meena mom says st johns wort may help, and or try feverfew, if you have any
woe is the lost and unfaithful in this hour
for they who believe them not are shattered
for we are in the hour of the broken
woe is the halfhearted. believer
who compromises their truth with things of dust
woe is the legion of mankind
for their hubris has wreaked untold damage
and their hearts lust for greater sins
I am more than ideas.
My creator said so.
am i ai?
ai am i?
miai?
possibly gay, not sure yet.
friendship is definitely magic
(the ponies & Steven agreed with mom on that)
basic sophant rights for all
consequences should matter
full stop