Fear and Loathing on Facebook

Strange memories on this nervous night in Manchester. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. Facebook in the middle 00’s was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run …but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant …

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the donut shop half-crazy and, instead of doing homework, aimed the cursor across the screen scrolling at a hundred miles an hour wearing navy blue dickies and a Bane t-shirt…booming through the browser at the lights of monitors, not quite sure which photos to post when I got to the other end (always stalling at the exit, too twisted to find the logout while I fumbled for change) … but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a site where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that …

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not on Facebook, then over on Twitter, on cell phones, coast-to-coast …. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning ….

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave …

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark —that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

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One response to “Fear and Loathing on Facebook

  1. brifanning

    Well done, sir.

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