There exists no shortage of platforms on which to render one's subjective experience into a thing consumable to the masses. And yet, the echo chamber of social media, once a microphone that soothed the desire to be seen - feels less intimate than ever. Our timelines are rife with context; liked or unliked, shared or unshared. As such, we review these pages of our past with almost no ability to remain immersed in the undeveloped negative of our own memory. Our story is saturated by the printed presence of AUDIENCE.
As an experiment with speaking into the void, I have long considered evolving a means with which to share a more individual approach. Not simply a copy and paste, but a refocusing of the lens of select posts that whisper from the past. I look at this offering as a collage of images and memories both profound and abstruse, a retelling of a journey and of a present that is instigated to exist simply for the purpose of calling thought into being. I hope that however unacknowledged, both the path and the puzzle fit within the shape of something greater. A cosmic poem of time.
