I've said it before: Twitter fuels revolutions, Facebook lets you pretend to be a farmer. There's just something about Twitter - I guess it's the freedom of the platform, the immediacy of the content - that feels right to me. I'm not much of a talker; maybe that's part of it.
Yes, I have a facebook account, and it's a great way to keep up with friends, but it is by and large a time-wasting whirlpool of vapidness, a hub of digital navel gazing. I view Twitter totally differently: its' necessary brevity and ticker-tape speed doesn't really suit mopey self-reflection. I can just dip in and out as I feel the urge. It allows for a real frank exchange of ideas without all the superfluous social niceties that really do little more than drive me to distraction. Did I mention that I'm a borderline Aspie?
I have been told my comments on Facebook tend to be a bit "spicy".
What brought me to the subject of twitter, however, was something less than political: fiction (Or, I don't know, maybe that's one of the most political things there is). The idea to write a work of fiction on Twitter first came to me probably about six months ago. And, the thing is, this would be just me making up things about myself - otherwise known as "normal Twitter" - no; I would tell a story from a character's point of view, having him relate his story through the medium of Twitter. Turns out I wasn't the first with this idea.
I have started a rough outline and composed a few rough tweets. I even set up a twitter account for the work, the ID and password for which I promptly forgot. Before I set up another one, I think I'll get a little deeper into he planning stage.
Listening to: Help I'm Alive - Metric
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