De-Niching My Digital Life

as an act of rebellion

In a paradox of not wanting to be perceived and yet needing to be known, I’ve cut my life into little pieces of easily digestible digital spaces.

I have countless Instagram accounts, each perfectly curated for one single facet of who I am. I currently use three different messaging apps and have five Gmail inboxes on my phone, six if we count my work account.

And I’m tired. I’m tired of being small and segmented. I’m tired of compartmentalizing my life for easy consumption. I don’t want to be easy to consume. And in a world trying to make me smaller in every sense of the word, I will fight for my right to exist wholly.

To have the full life I deserve. One where I can love ceramics and painting, digital art and junk journaling, writing bad poetry and reading smutty romances. Where I can love my new city and miss my small town unapologetically.

So here it is. Or here it will be.
The daily life, the art, the writing, the pain and the joy. All in one place for the first time since the invention of the internet.

For more personal creeds and to watch me piece myself back together…