“Ok, so I’m gonna go over to his grave and look like I’m crying. Can you take a pic of that for my instagram? I have a clever caption I can use that I thought of”
A few years ago I lost a loved one. Literally the last thing I was thinking about was publicizing my grieving all over my social media for a bunch of strangers I’ve never met to see. I wanted to spend time with family and friends in private.
The fuck is wrong with people? I mean I get that everyone grieves differently but there’s something so wrong about shit like this.
In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.
Not insta but my aunt was so fucking weird when her father died, we’re all up at his spot after he’s interred and she’s gathering all the people together for picture after picture like we’re at any other family gathering. It just felt so off-putting and wrong to me. I ended up hiding from her so i wouldn’t have to be in those pics
“Ok, so I’m gonna go over to his grave and look like I’m crying. Can you take a pic of that for my instagram? I have a clever caption I can use that I thought of”
A few years ago I lost a loved one. Literally the last thing I was thinking about was publicizing my grieving all over my social media for a bunch of strangers I’ve never met to see. I wanted to spend time with family and friends in private.
The fuck is wrong with people? I mean I get that everyone grieves differently but there’s something so wrong about shit like this.
Not insta but my aunt was so fucking weird when her father died, we’re all up at his spot after he’s interred and she’s gathering all the people together for picture after picture like we’re at any other family gathering. It just felt so off-putting and wrong to me. I ended up hiding from her so i wouldn’t have to be in those pics
They live in Isntreal?