There’s simply no real substitute for physical presence.

We delude ourselves when we say otherwise, when we invoke and venerate “quality time,” a shopworn phrase with a debatable promise: that we can plan instances of extraordinary candor, plot episodes of exquisite tenderness, engineer intimacy in an appointed hour.

Fred said that study said that phone calls are more intimate - voice in ear is literally closer than a video screen - video reminds you that you are ~not~ in same space + visual distraction of seeing yourself

playlist spectrum
people who make playlists like
they're writing poetry
<----->
people who make playlists
like they're writing history

how do you conceptualize time?
how long do your feelings usually last?
do you see words and pictures?
what song reminds you of me?

the seeming infinity of digital space on social media creates the illusion that there's enough space for every one - but the way it's temporally organized - encourages urgency - hurry - share this - like that - before it's gone - before someone speaks over you - before you're irrelevant - clout isn't infinite - 'following' would mean nothing if it was infinite

me me me fucking me is a finite perspective

I wonder what relationships looked like without the devices that keep us constantly connected?

I wonder what my presence (love) for you would look like if my expression was limited to the present moments in which we share?