Everyone in this photo one day will die (photo of
Adam Fagen)
Κοίτα, μια μέρα θα πεθάνεις. Παραμορφωμένος μέσα σε ένα βιομηχανικό ανεμιστήρα. Έχοντας χτυπήσει με μια λάμπα. Ειρηνικά ενώ κοιμάσαι μετά από αυνανισμό δίχως προηγούμενο. Δεν έχει και τόση σημασία το πώς θα πεθάνεις. Οι φλέβες σου θα συρρικνωθούν μέσα στη σάρκα. Νέα μορφώματα θα μεγαλώνουν μέσα στο κεφάλι, το λαιμό και τους πνεύμονές σου. Θα πεθάνεις. Οι μύες σου θα... τρίζουν και θα διαλύονται. Τα οστά σου αρχίζουν να τρίβονται και να γίνονται σκόνη. Πεθαίνεις. Πεθαίνεις αυτή τη στιγμή. Θα πεθάνεις.
Anyway: Facebook knows this and that's why it's introducing a new tool to help them users to manage their accounts even after the moment of death. As it states
The Next Web το νέο εργαλείο "Your Legacy Contact" θα σου επιτρέψει να ορίσεις ένα φίλο, ο οποίος θα πάρει τον έλεγχο του λογαριασμού σου εάν εσύ καταλήξεις. Το άτομο αυτό θα μπορεί να καρφιτσώσει ένα τελευταίο μήνυμα στην αρχική σου σελίδα, να ειδοποιήσει τους φίλους σου για την κηδεία και να ενημερώσει το προφίλ σου ώστε να είναι πιο σοβαρό και κατάλληλο.
Profile picture is the most important of all. I have an unexpected feeling that one day I can murder my limbs in rubbish bins, my head on the bottom of a lake, its trunk to feed on dogs, or something like that - and I'm worried about what my photo used in the news, as part of the manhunt that will be organized with torches and dogs to find out that my organs are left behind. I'm afraid I will be the one who is very young, I have scars from my pimples, my hair is shit and I do health with the beer through the shower at a party, at home. Maybe she's the one who's face down on the floor after they hit me in the balls with a wooden bat. Or maybe the one who's dressed up with Nintendo in a stupid club, which I think I just realized I was messing with me. There are no decent, reputable photos of my existence. That's what I fear more than it has to do with the inevitability of death.
Last summer we had to open mom's laptop - luckily she was still logged in - and post "Hi everyone, although it's a bit cheesy" on her status - then request Facebook to digitally bury her account. It was a bit of an odd thing to manage during an already weird and sad time, but imagine what if she had Twitter or Instagram or a network of weirdo racist friends she'd met by commenting under video YouTube clips. All these accounts they should be closed and passed into immortality. The friends he only had online should be notified. The internet is making dying more and more complicated.
I guess this is an indication that Facebook is growing. Before 8 years it was a platform where the prodigious youths could share their photos from their night craps. Then came the place where you could announce your first stupid little relationship and your even deeper separation. Through this you have organized every party you have been in for the last five years. Know your friends' birthdays and yours, the important events for you better than you. The Facebook grew up with us-holding our hand by sending us invitations to Farmville, letting us know our situation by writing something like, "I just lost my cell phone. Send me all your phones "- and now he is studying the issue of death. I'm not saying that Facebook literally wants us to die, but Facebook has definitely been transformed and is now really aware of death, in this panic-like way that causes sweat.
The Facebook he woke up doing cocaine and tripped over a fox in the street and just freaked out. Facebook calls you at 5am. and he tells you "dude, I love you. I know I don't say it enough but dude just don't forget I love you. Because one day we're all going to die and I don't want you to die not knowing that I love you." Facebook says "do you want to play Candy Crush right now?"
Η creation του "Your Legacy Contact" είναι πιθανώς πιο σημαντική απόφαση από την επαφή έκτακτης ανάγκης που συμπληρώνεις σε εργασιακό συμβόλαιο. Ίσως και πιο πολύ από την επιλογή κουμπάρου ή κουμπάρας στο γάμο. Πεθαίνεις στη work and you just need the most responsible person in your family to put your bloated corpse into a coffin. But your Facebook page? You need someone to 'Like' every compassionate message. Someone who knows which Instagram selfie you look best in. Someone to hide all those pictures of you from the parties where you passed out and had your ass out. Essentially, Legacy Contact's role is primarily that of an editor: to filter out all the bad bits of your life and embellish and enhance the good like painting.
Anyway, you'll be fine. You have a long time yet. You will live forever. But for the rest - all doomed with invisible timers above our heads that count back to death - Legacy Contact is a tough reminder that the Facebook party is over and that our youth is but a glimpse of memory and that it also needs to begin to make our responsible people friends before the end will inevitably come to an end.
