Sometimes I wonder what I add to this platform, the internet, the whole scheme of things. Photographs, random sentences, a story, a tiny peek into my memories, feelings, ideas, the pictures I took. You don't really know me. Do you want to get to know me? Why do you read my sentences today and not those of someone else?
What will people think of my little corner on the internet when in a few hundred years they dig up steemit.com on the internet's graveyard in order to find out how our generation thinks, interacts, works? How will they define our generation? The blockchain generation? Or is something else developing right now that we can't yet see and recognize as the thing that is going to define us in hindsight? Are we all focussed on cryptos and universal basic income and earning our way out of our 9-to-5 by spending as much time on this blockchain as possible while we should have focussed on something else?
Why do I type part of my thoughts permanently into a blockchain I don't know will still exist in a few years time? Forever lingering for everyone to dig up and have an opinion on?
But then, why do I read yours? Why do we read books? Why do we visit a museum to understand the process of an artist and don't we ever get tired of starting watching another series about again a new group of fictional people on Netflix? Why do we invite our friends over for dinner and ask them details about their lives? What they did yesterday, where they want to be in a few years time, what new 'skill' their child has developed?
It's all we really live for, isn't it? Stories to experience, remember, share, add to? We've always been communicating and the only thing that has changed is in 2018 it isn't done by painting on the wall of a cave, but by adding sentences and images to a blockchain.
Today I upload a picture of a dog on steemit.com:
- Where was this dog born?
- Why is the dog in this campervan?
- What is the view of this dog - what's he or she looking at?
- Who are the 'owners' of that dog?
- When did they decide they wanted to have a dog?
- Why?
- How did they end up at this place?
- And how did I end up at this place at this specific time to meet this dog?
- What made me decide to take this picture?
- How did I even end up owning a camera? What's the story there?
- What is the story of the person who gave me the tip to go here?
What is or was in the red cooling box and on what adventures did this cooling box already play a role?
Our lives are full of stories and there is no end to them. The only thing that matters: when we don't share them no-one can enjoy them.
It's our only real job in this world. To create and share our stories. How small and insignificant they might seem. It's the only thing we will have left when robots took over our world and humanity lives off a well-deserved universal basic income.
All photography on steemit.com/@soyrosa is created and edited by me, Rosanne Dubbeld, 2005-2018. Contact me if you want to discuss licensing or collaborations on creative projects :-)
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