Archive for Instagram

Stolen Focus: Recovering the Sense of Flow

Posted in Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags , , , , , on May 1, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle

I’ve been reading a bit about the effect of the smart phone on the attention span, and I must confess, I recognise a number of Johann Hari’s observations in my own behaviour.

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Instagram: Is Photography the Language of the Lie?

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags , , , , , on February 12, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle

‘Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.’

– Oscar Wilde

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Mirror Mirror

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, trauma with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 19, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle

‘I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.’

‘Mirror’

By Sylvia Plath.

Todd Sampson is full of shit.

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‘…Just Don’t Put It on the Internet.’

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, Reading with tags , , , , , , , on December 15, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

Caveat:

This has been written to disturb you.

Invitation:

Summon your personal incarnation of this figure into your mind’s eye and look through it like a lens while you’re reading this. 

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Instagram: The Diabolical Mirror

Posted in Love letters with tags , , , , on November 1, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

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I wonder if I’ve become a kind of Max Cady figure for her. Perhaps I am representative of old misdeeds and have turned up, winking and flashing like a bad penny.

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Instagram: The Diabolical Mirror

Posted in Love letters with tags , , , on October 27, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

“I am not telling the truth about Dean, I am creating him out of my own inadequacies. You must always remember that.”

– James Salter,

A Sport and a Pastime.  

It is worth mentioning that I found myself awake this morning, on my day off, at 4:11am. For this, I blame Y-.

For whatever reason, good or bad, I decided last night to stalk her on Instagram.

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