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social media has felt different for the last couple of years. much less satisfying, and I feel less connection with people since part of this could be me changing my behaviour and withdrawing a little, it seems sensible to see what's in my control to change and improve
the behind the scenes also feels less alive I used to DM with people more, stay in touch with online-first friends, but that has also been succumbing to entropy, and I definitely don't love that I do wonder how much of that is structural from the environment vs personal
I'm re-reading The Timeless Way of Being and thinking that a lot of the quality without a name has become absent the way to bring it back then would be to create the alive patterns that allow it to unfold https://t.co/pXL6F11Fjl
it feels like a lot of patterns that made this place really alive have evaporated and Twitter (not X) was a Pattern unto itself, a pattern that facilitated the quality in other areas of life since this pattern has partially died, the quality has reduced
lol *Building but that would be a banger book title https://t.co/Qg0Cb1zauv
I don't want the aliveness / quality of my life to be so affected by the aliveness of a tech platform, but at the same time, it seems like a pattern that is hard to reproduce in another way so I shall slowly re-build the patterns I want to see in the world
this is what happened to Twitter, at least my experience of it https://t.co/kXUXlqDuBv
Had to think about a poem I wrote a few years ago (actually around 2020) Too Late Trumpets fall silent Yet a destroyed wall remains God has spoken: This city shall no longer be Unheard in the joints of connections Dampness destabilized coherence Until the gravity both stabilized And pulled downward A sliding away on loose bricks The shattering of kettles that once drove machines Betrayed a decay too similar to the city itself Stones side by side Without the space between Fog-hidden towers No one enters anymore (Clammy dampness) Who could say how high they once held perspective Who could know a view from above would reveal The fractures that consumed our home I am disgusted Defiled spaces Thrown apart Without knowing their meaning Reduced to huts where palaces could have stood Smallest common denominator Composed of silence and betrayal Who tended to the city? Who, outside its spaces (Those who died away might have said) Could understand this erosion of cohesion? Headless Towers stand unmanned in market tumult Their foundations sold At fire-sale prices To avoid starvation In the city of trenches Where every trade sells itself Each stone becoming more stone Until warning trumpets Unheard before a collapsed home Fall silent
this is an incredible book, but this comma is an, affront against all things good https://t.co/Pos8LBDbIf
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1] There is a huge difference between being *serious* and being *sincere*. Alan Watts touches ever so gently on this when he talks about Waking Up, as in this video. What it comes down to is how you play the game of your life (and it is a game). https://t.co/dFb3OPERVw
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This clip of Christopher Reeve transforming from Clark Kent into Superman is an amazing example of Alexander Technique and non-doing. Seriously, watch it. He doesn't haul himself up, he floats up to his full height effortlessly. How? https://t.co/zyWcITJnzg 1/