And I loved you when our love was blessed, And I love you now that there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime, overtime, overtime...
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping...
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances
And one in their time play many parts...first, .... And then the blogger
Out, out, brief candle! a poor blogger, that struts and frets his hour upon a stage, And then is heard no more.
It's a tale told by a blogger.
You know the rest.
In 2004 I had an idea while looking at what's happening with blogging, but I could not articulate it, and I still can not articulate it after 17 years? I know, I must be stupid, or was I born this way? or grew up this way?
I named that thing I did not understand: Kombinat!, Conversation Disposal Machine, a human constructed machinery to harvest all the conversations humans have with each other and turn it into profit, but as a byproduct they would dispose of conversations
In essence Conversations in the end became the Waste, unless you could engage more people in the conversation to keep squeezing the profit.
The conversations did not have to keep getting better, or smarter, or lead towards solving real world problems. The machine only wanted humans to engage endlessly with conversations as conversations that lead to nowhere. It did not matter what the conversations were about, it didn't matter if the same conversation was happening over and over in a loop, it only mattered that people were engaged, talking, chatting, typing, visiting, scrolling, being there, their eyes glued on, for as long as possible.
Because the Conversation Disposal Machine used it as a raw material to create profit from engagement and not from having meaningful conversations.
The value was not in Conversations, conversations were a mere byproduct, a raw material from which to make profit and turn it to waste.
For a transactional person it was probably clearly visible what was happening with social media, but for the poets, artists, sensitive people, seeing the world with their hearts it was invisible. It was invisible to me.
I could not understand why humans would create such a Conversation Disposal Machine like Facebook... well, it does not matter now. I give up. They won, and the place got wrecked, and I just don't care what happens next. Looks life freedom, but it feels like death. It's something in between, I guess... It's Closing Time.
Kombinat Manifesto is No More. It's now a Conversation Disposal Machine at High Operational Excellence.
Go hug someone you love !
If you don't have someone you love, find someone to love unconditionally.
Trust me, it's worth it.
Peekaboo! Peekaboo! I see you! I love you!