Why Facebook is a time machine

Traci Robinson performing Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Originale

For those of you out there in the vast space of the social media, you eventually discover there is nowhere you can’t go. Baguely remote places and people from some faraway distant past are only a click or two away. Like your third grade teacher who launched your artistic career by casting you in the elementary school production as the screaming, evil witch. Or perhaps the friend you met at the food coop when you lived on nothing but cashews and apple juice. Or maybe those performance artists who did anything you asked in your first mega-happening back in the day when you could pay people $200 for three months of work. And who can forget the sheer audacity of the organizers of the German Transmediale festival in Berlin who convinced 1200 people that you were the Minister of Culture of the United States of America.

Ah yes, they are all there on Facebook: those spirits of the past who haunt your dreams and inhabit your desktop.