One effect of everything that has ever existed being made available to us online in consumable form, is that 💌 everything feels increasingly the same or familiar, nothing can be too new 💌 or too different - like an oscillating digital Samsara, cycling through increasingly shorter-wave trends. And despite this, messages 💌 , images, links, and resources retain a feeling of exclusivity, intent, and invitation 💌 Like blowing kisses 💌 into the air or blowing 💌 all the seeds off a dandelion with a certain and single breath. The blowing of dandelion seeds is legend for the make happen of mutual and requited love 💌 but is also a bright act of insemination.Theactisa💌 romantic💌 motivation💌,andintheworldoftheindividual,theseedspreading is micro to the macro feelings of desire, wanting to communicate, 💌 merge or link.💌
Little pockets of intense private specialness 💌 and send 💌 buttons and huge conglomerates of shared 💌 prismatic hyper worlds bump 💌 along; marrying, absorbing, and passing through each other; separating, 💌 , pooling them into shared Instagram posts, Pinterest 💌 boards, YouTube playlists and google drives, where they are gathered in bursting and re merging. We channel our algorithms into a combined babbling stream nets and fished through. Or sent 💌 as a packaged gift 💌 , presenting as specialness, glowing puppy, a girl, a kitten, a carrot, a symbol,💌 a bubble; reflecting the bounds and bounces of the material world .💌
There is the understanding that what floats is at the end of its life. The threads of a spectral 💌 world and its beautiful constitution 💌 is tied up with its hypnotic fragility and imminent disappearance... At once fleeting and becoming- like with a bubble containing 💌 its own microcosm, the outside world is wrought on its exterior substrate, fleeting effervescent 💌 sanctuaries💌 , constantly remodelling.