If your entire social media world were to be wiped, what would you be left with?
At the height of my obsession, this concept greeted me with a wave of anxiety. Not solely down to thoughts of wasted effort, but also due to fear of losing what I felt, could not be replicated.
I imagine this “wipe” happens overnight. Posts of every nature vanish all but conspicuously into a virtual abyss, along with the followers I’d meticulously tracked. Each trace erased, as if Zuckerberg were to close his gates and say, “that’s enough for now”, promptly returning us to an era now almost inconceivable.
There would be no holiday snaps and no selfies. No reassuring comments from friends, or likes from strangers once admired. No evidence of products I had been gifted, or people I had worked with. No indication I ever existed within cyberspace and no complete sense of the self I created.
I would not be refunded the hours I had accumulated trying to execute the perfect frame, as was the case on (more than) several occasions. I would however, be forced to question if I was I making memories for social media, or if these platforms were just a visual reminder of what would occur irrespectively? When on the contrary, these moments live on regardless of whether they fetch a modest 100 likes…
I could simply save photos to my computer, or choose to write in a diary, but there is something alluring about transparency, so perfectly juxtaposed with the curation of a square life.
I enjoy writing and documenting my thoughts, but if my entire social media was in fact wiped, what would I be left with?