(“Night Vanity” by Evan Gruzis )

Life on open social media platforms flows continuously without beginning or end.  There are no season finales, sequels or prequels.  The streams are in a constant state of flux. They consist of users who are both helping to define it and being defined by it as they oscillate in and out of the various streams of which they are members. There is a refusal to stay in one place—a nomadic sense of being at home by not being at home (i.e., the call of The Road).  That’s usually one of the first Twitter epiphanies that a new user has—the realization that hey, I can be in several places at once! In real life I might be someone stuck inside a coffin-like cubicle, but on the internet I can mix worlds with the effortless beauty of a painter mixing paint.  I can exist at the intersections between Silicon Valley and next level Evolvers—I can follow DJs and politicians and poets—I can tweet something interesting and go viral like a youtube video.  In real life I might be quiet and calm and outwardly accepting of all that happens but online I’m a moving, surfing force, straddling the space between subject and verb—I’m blooming a million ways at once—bursting forth in the extravagance of NOW until I’m no longer me and yr no longer u.