Existential Friday: Bye-Bye Birdy

With heavy heart I announce the passing of a social media platform -RIP~Twitter. 

 

Today was my liberation day, I deactivated my Twitter account. Could not see the point, either the whole thing will come down like a burning house of cards, or Musk will salvage something of it, and put up a paywall.

 

I will watch the mess from my Mastodon Account, which I had since the April. Yesterday, I helped my wife set up an account on another Mastodon art server. To find out who else has an account besides Liz, myself, and Stephen Fry, see “Anyone Here going to Mastodon?” on my Media Literacy blog.

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Time’s wingèd chariot

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

~ To His Coy Mistress ~ Andrew Marvell 1681