Isn't it strange how you can feel totally connected to someone even though you are physically isolated and alone?
When I spend more time on the internet than IRL,
does that mean I exist more on the web than IRL?
Some days I don't even speak a word.
and I click
I don't shower
I don't shave
I don't get dressed
I don't go outside
I don't notice the sun rise or set
and it's almost like I forget I exist physically
I just click around
Autoplay gently puts me to sleep with endless loops of fail videos and forgotten vlogs from 2013
and the whizzing laptop fans keeps me warm at night
I'm in a bubble
I'm the bubble boy
the bubble boy in a bubble with 3,2b internet users
But I'm not lonely
I don't speak
but I'm not mute
Sometimes I can share the most intimate details of my life with strangers online.
And it's easy because they don't know me
But other times, I wish they DID know me
Or that people I actually know IRL would know my internet life
My browser history can probably tell you more about me than my best friend.
Like, how can you say you really know someone
if more than half of their experience is shaped by places and communities
you didn't even know existed.
I don't know.
It sounds kinda depressing,
it's also not.
When I wake up, I find that autoplay ultimately always takes me to a Justin Bieber song
and it's got 2,078,379,616 views,
and I think about those 2,078,379,616 people
and how we share the experience of this music video
how we're all staring at a screen
and on the screen it looks exactly the same for all of us
and it makes me feel happy
because I feel connected to everyone who also watched the video.
My work explores human subjectivity on the web. I am interested in how we form social and emotional connections based on collectively experienced media content in the online community.
Some time ago, the internet began spawning media-babies like me, and we've come to experience and transform the world and ourselves through images. We were brought up in an image-saturated world that is neither completely real, nor completely fake. Rather, it is a sphere in which the "real" and the "virtual" seamlessly fold onto another, and attempts at distinguishing between the two are futile and obsolete.
The internet taught us how to inhabit and navigate these image worlds.
But now, how do we reconcile our image worlds with the real world;
our virtual selves with the physical ones?