… shards maybe.
Essentially, Facebook is selling out, so I’m going to try and move what I do there, to here.
Thing is, I love quick things; a share here, an upload there, three lines found in glance at a puddle. Quotes, a shard of wisdom found in a book, the shape of a tower block. Facebook used to be great for this, as did Youtube, but now we find ourselves accompanied by Coca Cola and Comet, long advertisements and suggestions I just don’t want. It’s getting ickier privacy wise, eg: ‘[…] That also means that when you visit another site with Facebook-enabled social applications, from Like buttons to Open Graph apps, even though you’re a logged out user, Facebook still knows you’re there, and by “you,” we mean specifically your account, not an anonymous Facebook user. ‘ ‘[…] Keeping your Facebook info private is getting harder and harder all the time—mostly because Facebook keeps trying to make it public.’ Now, I don’t go around posting things willy-nilly or use many apps, but I find the fact that it’s happening and that others may get caught out unawares disturbing.
So expect sharp shocks, short sharps, a couple of knocks a day. A sneeze, hiccups of creativity, the yawn of a cat. A cemetery at night.
Nevertheless, there are logistical difficulties (I need to get used to coming here, rather than going there) so give me some time.
So lets go, okay?
’Struggling to sense
in a body of leaves
– fallen in an Autumn
an embarassed red.’