I recently caught myself reminiscing about the glory days of Instagram. Remember back in 2011 when everyone had like, forty followers max, all of whom were actual friends (okay maybe one or two were mysterious creepers, even back then), and it was thrilling to click a button and make that photo of your friends on the couch look like an old-timey daguerreotype, or as though it were rendered through the Predator’s heat-seeking vision? Like most internet things, it was quickly monetized, colonized, algorithmitized and ruined, and like most internet things, I continue to begrudgingly use it anyway, though not as much as I used to, and with less personal satisfaction. If I scroll too long, I start to hate my own interests due to the aggressive way they’re spat back at me
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@jonnypaintspainting
@jonnypaintspainting
I recently caught myself reminiscing about the glory days of Instagram. Remember back in 2011 when everyone had like, forty followers max, all of whom were actual friends (okay maybe one or two were mysterious creepers, even back then), and it was thrilling to click a button and make that photo of your friends on the couch look like an old-timey daguerreotype, or as though it were rendered through the Predator’s heat-seeking vision? Like most internet things, it was quickly monetized, colonized, algorithmitized and ruined, and like most internet things, I continue to begrudgingly use it anyway, though not as much as I used to, and with less personal satisfaction. If I scroll too long, I start to hate my own interests due to the aggressive way they’re spat back at me