Sites like these spin the positive aspect of online broadcasting—focusing on aspiration and accomplishment, we all gain from this collective sense of moving forward …
However, at the end of the day, it’s cut from the same cloth as myspace, livejournal, blogger or hotornot … we take the personal and make it public { and no merits can be given for intention alone }.
I have fought the ‘need for audience’ for many years—and am hoping that this is my final attempt. As valuable as I find the insights and fraternity afforded by kindred souls either in person or in ether, the most valuable contribution I can put towards future progress is uninterrupted time.
Our passions are both stained and homogenized by audiences … If we don’t know what the other thinks, how can we play to it, keep it happy, strive to piss it off?
I realize how absurd it is to write this anywhere but on a piece of paper on a book on my desk—but think it’s a fitting epilogue to all those abandoned thoughts now dessicated in an overpopulated internet desert.
