If I wasn't already deeply involved in yoga, and I only knew about this ancient self-help practice from Instagram I would be appalled. The IG yoga world is mostly repulsive and not very 'punk rock' or rebellious -- my aesthetics of choice. On IG instead we see hordes of bendy clones, twisting their, often half-naked slender bodies into acrobatic, and not rarely, erotic shapes. On beaches. In the glow of sunsets. Underneath fat palm tree. Captured by vaseline soft porn lenses.
I am deeply worried. About where our current lifestyles are taking us. And what our habits, addictions and devices are doing to us. A few days ago I was on a train from Stockholm to Gothenburg. On that particular train, that stretch is covered in four hours. Across from me were a couple. Somehow they caught my attention. Everything they wore looked new and shiny. They walked in with bags from Burger King and proceeded to eat a couple of burgers each, washing them down with bu
I shut down my Facebook account about seven years ago, and never looked back. I have led a globetrotting life, and I know a lot of people. When I moved back to Sweden in 2007 after thirteen years in the New York and New Orleans, it seemed FB would be a good way to keep in touch with my American friends. And when I moved to Berlin from Stockholm in 2009, it seemed that FB would be a lifeline to my friends in Sweden too. But slowly I started to realize that FB was both a time t