When I think of my mother I think of water. I imagine her pouring herself over me like a Spring shower over a garden. Seeping into the soil, whispering to the...
Twitter hacked my brain. It is my first instinct in the morning and my last at night. No matter the attempts to recover my independence from the platform I have been unable to come clean of my addiction. Turns out I’m not the only one.
End of the year thoughts can be a whirlpool of emotions, especially when we’re in the habit of digitizing our memories. Social media platforms continue to change the way we communicate and interact with each other. It is within reason to understand these changes will impact our ability to perceive ourselves and the world around us. Simply existing without a social media footprint seems to contradict our culture’s quenchless appetite for overt vulnerability. The desire for community is innate for all humans- but what are the things we can keep for ourselves?
