Performative false presence. I take a weather photo every morning for my personal logging site, and set it to autopost on my private Facebook account and my public Twitter account. I tend to write morning.computer late at night these days, but it posts in the morning and the link propagates out to Twitter, my public Facebook Page, and my Tumblr, which is entirely automated, running links from my Pinboard.in account, my Vimeo and Soundcloud favs and my Fitbit. WhoSay lets me post the same photo to four different networks. I’m not there. Sometimes I wonder who else isn’t there. How long ago did a huge chunk of us just become illusorily present?

Reading: DIFFICULT MEN, Brett Martin: (UK) (US)