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11.11.25
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11.23.25
MY PHONE IS A PORTAL
My phone is a portal, a dark portal like the obsidian mirror of Tezcatlipoca, where specters of the past, present and future manifest as distorted shadows, where some energies enter this world and others are absorbed. My phone is a work tool, dirty from daily use, like a hammer or a wrench. My phone is a false medium for entertainment, because in truth, it’s just another medium for brands and ideologists to try to sell me stuff or convince me of shit, like a TV but more engaging. My phone is an object of perverse design, intentionally addictive like a slot machine, it tickles the part of my brain that thinks there’s always something better at the next swipe, that the golden nugget shall appear at the bottom of the infinite scroll. My phone was made by people who want my mind to be asleep, but not my body– they want my eyes to be always open, forever gorging on the blue light of the devices which obscure our dreams.
This is how I think of my phone, and that’s why I don’t like to have it in my room when I sleep or take it with me to the bathroom. I feel like it’s disruptive to my intimacy, a self-inflicted violence to my personal world. Sometimes I like to turn off my phone or let its battery die, and if it isn’t left with the screen facing down, I get a little anxious. Also phones are literally tools of surveillance, they’re absorbing information even when you don’t use them, I don’t want to have it close to me all the time. I think mirrors are portals too, and books also. But because mirrors have a more limited use than phones, and books are each a portal to a specific, the power of their presence is more easily controlled. Does this make sense to you? I don’t care if it doesn’t, because it does to me, but I’m curious about how do you perceive your phone?
I’ve heard some people say that they LOVE social media, but more often I hear people say that they HATE it–– and they don’t just say it, they go on and on about it. I think we need to stop talking about it and just do it. Being on social media is partly my job, and I couldn’t say that I hate it, but I do hate how it mediates relationships. It’s truly perverse and destructive to society. It’s not just a “waste of time” kind of numbing entertainment like the TV, it’s also got that personal aspect, so it’s emotionally draining in ways that feel unnecessary and even avoidable. I wish the situations it provokes, like someone unfollowing you or not following you wasn’t something we ever had to care or think about. Human relations are too complex to be flattened to this quantification of status and validation. We don’t need to know as much about other people as we do. And we are not capable of knowing as many people as we supposedly do. Most connections should be more ephemerous than social media allows them to be. There is something magical about meeting someone and knowing you’ll never see them or know about them again. There’s a mental sickness being provoked in our minds, that having everything and everyone at the tip of your fingertips is comforting. But the truth is that it isn’t, because that is not possible, it is an illusion and everything about it that shows us a glimpse of its truth makes us sicker. Accepting that things, relationships and moments are fleeting, that we ourselves are mortal, makes you value the present and cherish what exists in it more deeply. I want to be more present in my life for the people that are in it. More present with myself, my body and my thoughts.