Media Surges

What I specifically want to talk about in this post, is modern society’s addiction to social media. It’s probably a bit rich coming from someone who is ‘putting it out there’ and indulging in psychological navel gazing, but ‘in real life’ I don’t consider myself married to my devices and I am doing this, for the time being, as a sort of mental therapy. This topic is a bit of dark theme.

Without sounding Orwellian, I think we have all become ‘plugged in’ to this media machine, bombarded with so much information and subliminal messaging, perish the idea that you may have any time or inclination for independent thought. Before you know it, you are opinionated about stuff you don’t understand, and ready to walk out of work or school to demand government action. Follow whoever is loudest. Ignore the small print that explains the real, much more complex issues (and might actually demand different action): it’s long since submerged into oblivion. Sure enough nearly everyone, probably me as well, is swept along this urgent, gushing surge resulting in damaging changes to policy, funding and general societal opinion. But is it uncontrollable? Is it really just the result of a few random ripples, or is someone busy cultivating the momentum? Whatever it is, your elected government is already drip feeding the next surge to your children at school via the national curriculum. We have to stop tolerating this.

The problem is, unless you can educate yourself in all matters, what sources can you trust? Doesn’t everyone have an agenda? Can anyone not be ‘bought’? Or, more sinisterly, ‘silenced’? It really brings home the importance of education and nurturing critical thinking.

I’m not proud of today’s sketch. It’s probably a reflection of my mood as well. The surge starts, powerful, momentous, dragging along everything beneath it. Momentum peaks mid-wave, but too late, a crest inevitably forms and suddenly you are over the crest, devoid of energy, left with the consequences.

Communication

I’ve always loved the power of the art, to convey a feeling, a thought or idea, a truth. Language can bend messages and twist truths. But then so can images. Sometimes the best writers and poets succeed in building vibrant images with language, but a different version is always imagined depending on who is listening or reading. Visual and Audio art is also read in whatever way your brain is willing to digest it. Just like your brain draws an imaginary line around the atom, or between tides, we build our own systems to understand the world around us. These limit us, but we clearly cannot function without them.
Will my truth and your truth ever be completely the same? Can two people ever achieve a complete understanding of one another? Sometimes there are moments, maybe sparks, where this can happen, but I don’t think two beings could ever be in complete synthesis for a sustained period.

Relationships are like this. As you build them you gradually accumulate more of these sparks, and bonds are formed. Sometimes those initial sparks might be all you have, other times we build on them to form intense life-long friendships, or maybe one day we realise we only thought they were happening and the truth was completely different. It’s funny how fundamentally, I think everyone desires completeness with others. It’s a shame what rubbish communicators we are.

This post isn’t so much to do with tides, more reflections. One might be the truth; the other your perception of it; the other someone else’s. Of course there is no knowing which is which. Your truth is yours and no one else’s, and probably not the truth at all.