Imperfect

sharing is buoyancy

I'm thankful that my lingering metablogging thoughts don't include quitting. Instead, they ask me questions like:

Sharing myself with as proliferated, decentralized, and boundary-pushing a medium as the Internet keeps me afloat in more ways than I know. Why didn't I commit to this pastime sooner? Readers like you transform my ideas into your own interpretations which color and spread through your fabric of life. With enough persistence, I don't have to be present in the world for my ideas to circulate within it. How awesome is that?

On the other hand, seeing spaces sink saddens me. Worse is when I could have woven them into an insightful yarn of my own. When we are too quick to remove, delete, or otherwise excise ourselves from a space, we relinquish many of the benefits of survivorship. I'm reminded of similar points outlined in battling network amnesia, without a trace, and other related posts.

I think about a piece Sridhar wrote then apparently deleted, The Detritus of Our Lives, which compared the state of past renowned musicians' living quarters after they have passed. Seeing a 404 error page show up as the living artist of a past blogger only gives such a purview into what their experience was. One would think enough link rot and bit rot organically piles up to avoid purposefully adding detritus to the pile. Surfing the top of the chronological discovery feed has its surprises.

It's a double-edged sword. You're allowed to preserve or discard what you wish to of your spaces. Yet, quitting only makes the survivors that much more valuable. If I enjoy this regular experiment, I should not only continue it, but improve my other life circumstances such that it can blossom further.


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