FACEBOOKLESSNESS DURING COVID

by David Garcia

It wasn’t a choice.

Facebook “disabled” my account back in February.

On my birthday.

I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d publicly declared Apple as a cult, had a ‘partially naked’ photo, how my name’s listed, or my close friendship with @Brittany Kaiser. (#ownyourdata, b*tches).

1. Surprisingly, we can own our FB data….

Or at least a copy of it. After months of trying to get an ‘in’ to reactivate my account, I gave up. It seems no one I know is silly enough to still work at Facebook. I made peace with being kicked off and trusted it was for a bigger reason.

2. Facebook was my primary news source.

You heard how much I travel. Full time. Many can’t understand not having a “base” or “things.” I pay for airplane tickets instead of car bills, and I stay in rentals or other people’s homes through friends or exchange.

3. I strongly identify with my digital existence.

Friends, acquaintances, my experiences — the trail of smiles and lives changed in my wake — seemed to no longer exist. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about bum-photos or social media influence. I’m talking about the network. The entanglements of people, places and ideas, that increasingly intermingle as time speeds up into the future. My Facebook account was not only the Rolodex, but my identity. Whereas this may sound extreme, as a person without a base and localized community, it truly served as a rock of definition in the ever-changing landscape of my existence. How could that be taken away from me? A bit of it felt that it was “all I had” in connection to friends that I see once a year or once a decade. I am a living experiment in glocal thinking.

Think about not going to the office everyday — not having that habitual interaction and happenstance encounter with your community, people you know and love. I am living the future — or at least what we thought was coming — shepherding in the age of the Sharing Economy, releasing attachment to possessions.

I’ve always rejected neoliberal land policy and conventional economics in my post-capitalist quest. I was living proof that life beyond “the normal” was possible and sustainable. Yet, as my life changed, as all our lives changed, I felt that I had been restricted access to our global town square.

That incessant tick — a swift move of the thumb to click on that icon, and then… Pow! It’s 20 minutes later, and you’re not quite sure where you went. What were you doing again? Yea, you know what I’m talking about.

I’ve gone off grid for months and spent 40 days in silence before, so I’d already learned that when you tap back in the game after being away for so long — not much has changed. Same stories, same drama, just now at a higher resolution and in 3D.

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andréa paige (andi X)

andréa paige (andi X)

Illicit lovechild of Doctor Seuss & Lara Croft. Writer of Cultural Commentary. ||Futurism||EQ||Fasting|| ↠ andix.ai