The Spectre
I've had the urge to tell a story for as long as I can remember.
Borrowing my grandfathers video camera when I was a child to film monster battles on cardboard sets I taped together, using two VCR's to record wrestling match highlights set to music playing from a CD player started at just the right moment for things to sync, joining bands with the exclusive need to create gothic fantasy concept albums exploring loss and pain. I have always found catharsis in telling a story in whatever medium caught my interest,
And then, things got confusing.
From Myspace (and vampirefreaks) onward began the slow echoing grinding of art into content. The carefully crafted fountains of meaning and intention, shattered to make way for a deluge of algorithm chasing, attention-seeking, exhaustive content.
Do not make art to last. You do not have time. Tomorrow, multiple image posts with be favored, or maybe throw a selfie in, careful not to show too much skin, but if you take that risk you'll get more likes (you've got to think about the crossover optimization with your OF.)
It stopped being about telling a story, and became about more folks watching your IG stories.
and somewhere deep down - underneath the optimizing - underneath the synergy - underneath the validation - I had the urge to tell a story.
a story
about someone
trying to remember
how to tell a story.
- E
