The meta game might be getting to us. Cadence of posts, stories, tweets, tik-toks and reels.
Whatever viral remix on top of whichever stupid trend. A random picture, mildly chewed. One of those multimedia files in which you look good, without being too posed or too fabricated. It is not a product originated in a photoshoot. An image that you have held onto because you didn’t like it enough to post it on its own right but have some kind of magic to endure your waves of deletion.

The process goes quite quickly, not much editing needed. Maybe a sensible filter you are familiar with.

Perpetua, valencia, aden.

You post a random picture, not curated. At all.Who cares? Why would they care? Why would you care? Why bother. Why bother creating content to feed an imaginary segment of a specific demographic that will buy your product one day.

Product.

A product that you are slowly creating. A product that does not exist yet. Not now. Not in amazon, not on ebay, not on your website. Does your website even exist?

Nothing is alive yet. It’s an idea, something that is slowly taking over the little space that you might have left in your brain. Organized chaos. Death.

Death ideas, not alive, not ready, not happening.

Marketing. Liminal.
Irony.
Post irony.
A post.

Just post anything. Post anything, really. Tag someone, and repost on a story, cross – platform. Be cheeky. Be smart. It is just a post. For the algorithm.

For the algorithm.

No one is collecting data. You are not a number. You are the exception to the rule. The digital dream. They will discover you. Don’t worry. Be real.

You will climb the ladder.

Yes, you are being shadow banned.

You are interesting enough.

Engaging enough.

It is not a waste of time.

You are doing okay, algorithm.