imagine if
campfire of the vanities

To me facebook is like a cocktail party, a clubhouse, a series of treehouses strung out among browsing forested hills. It resembles a cache, a sparkling wet beach, a web.

To me facebook is like a cocktail party, a clubhouse, a series of treehouses strung out among browsing forested hills. It resembles a cache, a sparkling wet beach, a web.
Maybe it’s also like the heyday of postcards, communications, often between strangers, flying around the world with pictures and short messages, c. 1905 – 1935.