Collective Playgrounds

Bridges (29/03/2025)

Mastodon is starting to feel like home. I am not doing much posting lately, and I still feel like that exercise is not super engrained in me, but I feel that it is something achievable (just posted something I registered today for the sake of proving that I can do it relatively easily). The feed still feels kinda disturbing, the brutality with wich the pool of realities collide, the intense and the mundane, the insanity and the nightmare casually disappear among cat photos and background politics. This might just be a taste thing, and something that feels wrong in specific moments. It still amazes me that we have a virtual place for all these thoughts to coexist, I just feel that their lifetime is very limited. Some things should be revisited, some things should be discussed, but all posts are quickly lost in the depths of the timeline while infinite new posts keep crowding the "now". I guess boosts are precisely the mechanic in place to bring back a message someone considers worth repeating back to the surface. But in general I feel so many posts are lost in the cascade of content. This is normal. We are used to our voice fading after we speak.

Things get connected. Old note archives found their way into obsidian, where also old Miro boards, and mind maps started being rescued with Excalidraw. Webmaking is starting to allow for these words to find other people in other ends of these bridges, and I keep getting materials, resources and examples from other peoples to build new bridges. My browser collects many of these places, where we meet, and build. My tools are slowly but steadily becoming freer, less poisoned by the viruses, the malware, the walls, the surveillance, the prisons of the accumulation machinery. It feels like beginning to understand the place I have called home is a huge mall, and starting to connect the passages, the corridors, and the doors that take me out. The ability to move through that space, and begin to be able to wander outside of its walls is thrilling. And the more outside I find myself, the more people I find that value this freedom, that also cherish and share the paths that took them where they are. It seems like the more liberated you are, the more liberated you want everyone around you to be.

A blog feels like another tiny thread, in this weaving of things. A tiny personal tower where to cast and archive my words, and perhaps connect as well with my practice of game making, with my teaching work, with my chaos research... to leave traces that maybe someone sometime will encounter, and through this network of things find more bridges.