ancestry offers no consolation for me. while my curiosity takes me into my family’s past i have no desire to claim a relationship with people from eons past. whether i came from dirt farmers or kings is inconsequential to my current place in time.
as i sit here, now, at 1 in the morning the idea of past riches, great triumphs or terrible defeats offers no solace for me when all i want is a quesadilla from Taco Bell.
I thought earlier about how every time I hear the word “influencer” in terms of someone on social media that I think about the “pusher” episodes of the x-files.
This achieved two things for me:
- Making me feel terribly outdated. WTF, what was that? 20 years ago?
- The realization that the dystopian future we all fear has already crept up and rubbed itself all over us in a very suggestive manner.
Turning the person into the brand was the last step. And I realize the full hypocrisy of myself as I write this on my “I’m totes an artist” website but let me persist for a second.
Meh. No I’m not.
This is exactly my point. It’s the psychological urge to be everything and nothing. To declare yourself and shout out “I AM A <adjective> <noun>.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. I’m mostly just thinking about the x-files and not really giving a damn about this.
Keep watching the skies, bitch.