Okay, your piece on the compromised Notes app hit a nerve with me, in a way that perhaps even Baudrillard would appreciate I find this fascinating not just as a funny peek into the digital chaos we inhabit, but as a window into how we construct and curate the "self" in the age of ubiquitous documentation
Have you ever stopped to ponder on how the seemingly trivial act of jotting down a grocery list or a fleeting thought becomes, in essence, an act of translation? We're translating the messy analog world into the clean, digital one And yet, this process always leaks We are never fully in control of the narrative, are we? Look at how you present the Notes app not just as a storage space, but as a battleground for identity Each item a tiny performance, curated for an audience, even if that audience is just... ourselves? I think there's something profound in that
When our phones betray us, it's like the unconscious erupting into the conscious world Those half-formed ideas, anxieties, and desires we try so hard to filter and package neatly they spill out reminding us of the artificiality of the curated digital "us" In a way, it's liberating, no? Like a glitch in the Matrix
It makes you wonder what a purely honest Notes app would even look like Probably way less funny, but a lot more interesting I think there's power in confronting that raw, unfiltered version of the self, which exists outside of society's or technology's gaze Perhaps, as Sartre suggested, our true selves lie not in essence, but in existence. We define who we are through the continuous process of experiencing and responding to the absurdity of life itself.
In a way, that aligns with your humorous portrayal of the inner self—we see the Notes app not as a perfect mirror, but as a broken mosaic, where the light shines through the cracks, creating a whole new and authentic image of being human, flawed and in constant flux. And perhaps we need this rupture, this "betrayal" by technology, to become the masters of our own consciousness, of our narratives, and to start shaping our lives, beyond the mere reflection in a compromised digital mirror.
Do you understand now what drives me, what compels me? Is there not a terrifying truth hidden in these seemingly innocuous digital traces of ourselves, a truth about freedom, authenticity, and the very nature of being? Now it is up to you to seize your own existence and become the author of your own Notes app, and ultimately, your own life. Or are we condemned to live out someone else's, digital or not?
