Social media is a trap and hurts my soul a little more every day. Posting is in and of itself a slightly masturbatory act, but to do so on social media is a form of self-commodification. That statement was posited a decade before I was born--a decade before social media as we now concieve of it--and I am no rarified mind to see it myself but once I did it became as easy to rid from my brain as the cooking oil that has claimed so many of my adolescent shirts. If you're seeing this you're probably some sort of friend to me. I'm just playing around on here, really. It's a better use of my time online than doomscrolling and gives me a repository for my digressions and transgressions that is self-possessed. Wayback can log what it wants if it still has the vigor in its fraying nerves to log, but if I press the delete key on this HTML some pasty-skinned technocrat won't be hoarding the residual data of my posts. At least not to the same degree. I hope. The panopticon is somewhat an illusion but only somewhat. Best never to assume its absence, I suppose.