6.4

by Kelvin Smith

Feeding on user-generated surveillance, antisocial media shouts the previously whispered.  Stalking, snooping, eyes-in-the-sky, optical fibres through the keyholes of skin, identity captured before any act, yet further and further away from knowledge that might come from such intimacy. Sometimes wiki-ish secrets shine a light on expo-intel, but mostly there’s just reinforcement of the holy mysteries of what the dronish data gatherers think is knowledge.

Without a publishing perspective to propose a style of presentation, there’s nothing to indicate a possible consensus or dissent, no pricks to kick against, no selection or omission. On-screen editing, recognizing face and registration information puts us and all our features in order, like dominoes waiting to fall.