I deactivated my Facebook account this morning. Though, at this point, my sole (or close to it) purpose of lurking around Facebook is to find good deals on electronics and gadgets, I found myself endlessly bouncing around looking for stuff that I didn’t even need in the first place. A classic case of Consumerismitis, if I may say so, the American variant. I’ll save that rant for some other day.
I miss the good ol’ days of sharing ideas, the boring ones on black and white text. The ones that didn’t need a click-bait thumbnail or title. Facebook used to be that, once upon a time, before it evolved into a cesspool of AI slop. With the easy dopamine hits brought to you by YouTube Shorts, TikToks, and Instagram Reels, (I hear even LinkedIn has some thse days shrugs) and every flavor of short form content out there, it’s become a Herculean challenge to bring yourself to read plain old texts.
This, as feeble as it may seem, is my attempt to make reading great again. MaRGA! How’s that for a print on a t-shirt or a baseball hat?
No flashy GIFs (pronounced jifs, mind you), memes, any form of moving images. Just plain old words. Before we irreparably render our brain cells useless to only decided which direction to scroll on our phones, I’m starting this silly little blog to resist that. As laughably small as it may appear, this is my beginning.
As Rage Against The Machine said:
It has to start somewhere. It has to start sometime. What better place than here? What better time than now?