I’ve been putting this on the backburner of posting this journal here all the way since february, but here it is…in it’s grotesque entirety.

originally posted to deviant art..

I just wanna say how fleeting social media and it’s life is.

I know how broad yet powerful the word ‘life’ can be, but it’s a warranted necessity really.

lately I’ve been trying to blog/journal my life on another website & also try to take a little step back from constantly being on social media; like Instagram or DeviantArt.

but then I’ve started to realize how such sites are…like… an enigma, a time capsule of a time. I’ve begun to notice how whenever we post something online, it can be both easily erased and remembered.

like a library, like a local cafe, like any archive, you can be a regular patron, coming back to the place, seeing the same food, books, and people on the regular -but it all can be burned down at any time….with the same food, books, and people in it.

Yet…you remember what there was.

that’s really the broad strokes of what I’m thinking. Enough with the fancy ticulars though,

what I’m **insinuating** is-

*Whenever a person posts something online, that media will always have the possibility of being remembered (or part of someone else's memory), but at the time will have the same chance of being gone, forever, only for the “memoree” (art, music, blogs) to have it exist only in other people’s mind.*

but what I’m **directly** getting at is-

*Many many times I’ve seen amazing artists pop up on these social medias and share their wonderful art.…..But many many times I see those same artists delete their entire account, wiping all of their art away. They wipe all of their history, their interactions, their memories away.
However, I remember these artists, I think about these artists long after they “die”. I remember how much of an inspiration they were.*

In these moments, I rarely attempt to find contact with them & try to find out why they deleted their socials. Why? Because I have morals, I understand that people have their own situations, perhaps their obligations, or preferences of their waking time.

I am indifferent in their choice. But you know what. I also, at the same time, respect them, because I still have the memory of them. I’ll remember them years into the future as one of the best inspirations ever, even if they think either otherwise on their time here.

I can’t say I’ve been seeing this happen lately though, I’ve been off of these sites more often these days; still is tragic nonetheless, no matter how long ago it was.

It isn’t necessarily a total deletion as I’ve been saying so far either, some may keep it up/abandon it or move into a new account without saying anything.

Others come back (like  Adriano_Romea_Corsini),

Others do not. -and thats okay.

But have my word, I have the memory, I have the remembrance, out to the other >10 artists I know about who are gone. Blesses to all of y’all. 💚