Greetings. The topic for this first post on Metaviews has metastasized; every route feels like a new cancerous growth. What is happening?
Here’s an introduction in lieu of an expanding field of potential routes this blog may take. My only other experience in blog writing has been in the form of an auto-destructive web-text that was already written but open to the process of ‘automatic writing’ according to the mood of the moment: an experiment in techno-affectivity. Its content wasn’t identifiably reportage, polemic, or diaristic—common forms for noncommercial blogs. And it wasn’t quite art or blog, though I was aiming for a participatory hyperfiction. It didn’t set up a dialogue—and this is why I ended it.
I went into blogging then too with a tentativeness that makes me question fear and consequent immobility in totality. My brain shuts off. My body aches. All effort culminates in dull pain. Among my few sources of relief is that Raoul Vaneigem once said his main shortcoming was his “lack of self-confidence.” I feel better already. But I am also aware that I may be cultivating some bad habits towards new experiences, or to experience in general. And possibly—albeit I am reluctant to admit it—an aversion to being visible.


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