Favourite Quotes on Facebook
“I have spend more time deleting Facebook profiles than I had ever spend creating them… and I didn’t even succeed in getting rid of it.
It gave me constipation, needing medical attention.
I literally had to dig out a massive fat shit of my own ass – hours and hours of digging finally exploded it out on the toilet floor in a bloody mess missing the can with about half a meter (that is if you want all the gory details).
This experience, the global madness, exposed and amplified, gravely reduced my feeling of security in this world.
It is painful.
It is a true story.
Someday it will be Mother Earth.
It is severe opinion constipation.
And it suck.” – Pollyfiks.
Paris, Texas. 23 July 2021. (c)(p)(r) Earth Art Collective.
I am but – not (again) on Facebook
Each time I venture out into this wobbly social network environment, I end up with a different set of friends.
Each time I start out with an idealistic point of view and end up with an office job.
The number of words in my notebooks go down as those here go up.
My work slow down and nothing gets published.
Eventually, I have to find a third job as well.
My work stops.
As you all know you end up carrying food from mother Earth to your mouth or money from your employer to your landlord.
Your work living is living the work.
I feel like some spirit somewhere sit with an enigmatic smile just waiting me to notice.
This time I kicked the ball twice.
At first it came about as I needed to find solutions regarding work and contacts. Some tell me to go on social networks. I think, okay, alright, I try again.
Old friends suddenly find out! ‘No longer in Copenhagen?’ they say. I find out somebody had died; this made me very sad. I didn’t know that. I hear from family, and so on.
After only a few days I find myself connected to almost exclusively Danish friends, family and colleagues and have to consider every word I write accordingly, tedious.
I feel tired; I have been here before I feel. Like a horse, walking in a circle?
I get bombarded with Denmark’s political predicaments regarding immigration.
As I consider myself a migrant as much as any I find that very sad too. Moving anywhere and cultivate the Earth, work, or live from your musical talent there, is not a crime in itself.
I find the entire discussion completely missing the point: ‘There are no difference and nothing but difference between people.’ All are equal before the law. We must collaborate and get along globally.
You should not have to apply to stay but just register so that you can commit to the laws and settle for the time you are there.
Everything else strictly is racism and global apartheid.
And that goes both ways – ‘it should not be necessary for anyone to pity themselves in order to get support and respect,’ I think to myself, ‘the discussion is not about what it apparently is about. People are already fighting over something else, something less honorable than the question of human rights, religion or asylum for fugitives?’
But this was not what I looked for actually; my fatigue turns into dread.
I find myself getting dragged back in my life and involved in old considerations, about loyalty towards certain musical styles, national ways, merits and customs, politics. Who is who and so on.
So I kick the ball a second time!
I remove all my friends and delete the profile. Then I create it again with the same mail (not hiding) but now somehow try to diverge to other countries by inviting anyone I stumble on no matter where from or who they are.
This happens to result in many fine people from many places reacting kindly even as Facebook is complaining a bit; many do not react and one confused colleague ask about having added me once?
I did it the second time – remixed it, because I could not sit here and relate to political threads, many containing the well-known verbal abuse from mad anti-everything’s, about the disgraceful Danish immigration policy and what not, on my first profile, among mostly Danes.
By random ways I somehow end up, among other, connecting with many fine people from Indonesia; and, in case you can read this – as a side remark, I feel big sympathy with you all; I notice COVID cause difficulties in Indonesia, I reflect on this, and I feel this big honest sympathy with you.
All of this is of course very nice – maybe a bit risky security-wise, so be it.
However, it was not the point of me getting on a social network again.
There it is again; this enigmatic smile from somewhere…
I usually finish leaving the online community behind me again.
It is likely I shall do that too this time.
Just like weathering do to castles in the sand.