Breaking: 7 rich white dudes create beautiful, ideology-free social network.
I wake up from a beautiful, ad-free sleep. It’s raining for the first time in New York City (Why am I in NYC? Remind myself to visit the new Rhizome incubator in Portland in the next days). I move over to the coffee machine, but there’s no coffee powder. I’m super confused and pissed, but I opt for a green tea instead. I feel happy about this, realizing its higher caffeine content and anti-oxidizing qualities. I drink my tea out of a stylish, ad-free Ikea mug.
I move back to my bedroom to get dressed (not yet dressed). What clothes shall I wear? I look in the drawer of the person whose room I’m Airbnbing. Plain white Eckhaus Latta tee, Wi Spa shorts. Hmm, no, I’m just, feeling more… myself today. I wonder if I’d feel weird about wearing someone else’s purple and yellow striped underwear, but not their plain black underwear, and for a minute try to pick a nose hair, then I see it. A plain yellow tee – perfect, optimistic, me. I selfie quickly and read back the kookily monospaced tagline across the chest. Yellow: a beautiful, ad-free color. I smile.
On the way to work I visit the bit of MoMA that’s an art museum. I feel a raging sense of satisfaction at what I see around me, and feel an immediate kinship with the other people visiting the institution. I look at a Tauba Auerbach and smile. A beautiful, ad-free object. I go to say hello to DIS Magazine in the office, take a couple of pictures but don’t post them, and leave.
Walking outside I feel great about myself. I look up at the sun. I feel a strange sense of affinity with the history of human evolution, which gives me a sort of exciting feeling in my skin. The sun reminds me that I’m just one small speck in the fabric of reality, but that I could achieve so much if I put my mind to it and stayed positive. This fills me with dread but also a looming sense of productivity. I smile, and continue my walk to work.
via Morgan Sutherland…