the last ig
my dear lovers and friends on ig: damn, we’re living through it. some of us will make it and some of us won’t. the countless millions who’ve perished under the cruelty of psychopathic leaders goes beyond what we can see. our houses are built on the pain of others. our comforts are built on the sacrifice of others. we have come to normalize it. we have come to accept it. we seek refuge in books, art, community, some sort of substance, endless nights of scrolling, etc. at times, we pretend it doesn’t exist.
in the meantime, the world keeps spinning in its ‘gotta have it’ energy until our bellies are full and empty at once, for nothing we consume is real. nothing we taste is real. nothing we feel is real.
if you saw the rise of these platforms, you know the one beautiful thing about them is the connections we make, the art we see, the lovely or silly messages we send. but we’ve been gluttonous hungry ghosts and nothing can satisfy the constant emptiness.
that which is important, the devastation across the world, the genocides under our noses, the abuses of power of whats its meant to be a beautiful technology makes even the consumption of content feel distasteful. a photo of a limbless child next to an ad should be a crime against humanity. our priorities are screwy. and we’re easily trained to look away.
after so many years contemplating leaving this space I have decided to do so. it’s not without much thought and contemplation, after all, were it not for this app I may not have learned about brave journalists in Palestine or found my new favorite journalists @wizard_bisan1 & @yamawolasmal. If you’d like to stay in touch, dm me and we can figure it out the old fashioned way. since we have come to rely on this as our messaging service, i find it irresponsible to just quit today.
don’t worry, i’ll be cooking something behind the scenes. thank you for the good times and inspiration and knowledge. you stay strong and kind. stay open and lovely. may i be able to do the same. 💕valentina 💕
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