The numbers are growing on my Facebook friends page. For some it's a race to the first hundred friends. Others call the entire idea an appauling waste of time. I too resisted at first, relenting after a month of invites to join. I find it a gritty existence inside the 'book. Chronological runnings of friends' lives are daubed or fly-posted on walls, secrets and lies squat boldly in dark corners of everyone's profile, and long lost mobs of similar minds join hands once more to search for the next stray member.
Tonight one found me, and pointed in the direction of another member, Alex Young, who was undoubtedly the most talented illustrator during my experience of University. He now has a body of work online dubbed Brain of Alex Young which serves to effortlessly flick my paltry art and design into the wheelie bin and simultaneously wake me up to the fact that I've grown roots in my chair at work, I believe they're getting on for seven years long now . . . Never mind the hours spent on Facebook, I've wasted absolutely enough time sitting stationary, flogging the same dead horse, how long can it possibly continue?
After you've done a thing the same way for two years, look it over carefully. After five years, look at it with suspicion. And after ten years, throw it away and start all over. ~Alfred Edward Perlman, New York Times, 3 July 1958
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