Instagram is a source of uncertainty for me
An oversensitive nervous system

Attacked with stimuli, the mind is quickly bored
I see myself in the users I follow

The recording of activity is in progress
24-hour productivity

Tension grows, changes its form
I am afraid of myself on other participants’ screens

I’m not interested in likes unless there aren’t any
Constant shifting of focus

 Being here, I’m there, the mind and the body are split
I’m recruited by algorithms, I surrender to content

New forms of essayism, feminism, activism, escapism
The myth of healthy distance

Restriction or abandonment
Manifestations of temporary force resulting from the crisis

Presumption of intentions, overinterpretation of content
I sense fatigue with a new range of emotionality

User capital and profile potential
Created authenticity

Selective focus assesses the usefulness of the information
Unifying experiences, limiting perception

A closed community of visual experiences
Convenience of repetition, safety of the schema

Emotions shared, a quick reaction 
We know more about each other than we’d like to have in common

User X tries to get out of the world of the interface. They call attention to physicality, experience with the body and see more than they can publish. Nothing is banal for them, they are not afraid of simple feelings, mundane things or down-to-earth subjects. They were both out of the everyday and in accordance with the facts of contemporary reality, they will exist on the web — using its strengths and weaknesses, they will use it to create.