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The loss of a third space, digital ones included, often feels like loosing a loved one, because in the end you are loosing the connection to people you might not know, but we’re still glad to see around. Spam crouching at a guardian in the tower, or doing donuts around a blueberry in the cosmodrome, are genuine human moments. They are the same as chatting with the barista, or petting a stranger’s dog in a park.
I hate “IRL” because it implies a falseness to digital interactions, but those are still “real life”. Destiny unironically helped remind me there’s real humans on the other end of digital interactions. I have lifelong friends across the world because of that game.
I prefer “IPS”, In Physical Space, and “IVS”, In Virtual Space
OoooOo. I like those. In a class I took on this, we used “meat space” as sort of a joke, but also in a lack of a better term way. The author Legacy Russell speaks at length about this in their book Glitch Feminism. Russell streamlines it to just using AFK to describe non-digital interaction because she is coming from a life where digital interactions where the default as they allowed for better senses and explorations of self and identity. It’s a great read that informed a lot of my own thinking on digital third spaces and re-humanizing the internet.
No one prepared me for this liminal feeling. Looking back at all the places my friends and I used to hang out, the wash we rode our bikes in is filled, the fields are covered in housing. I thought the digital spaces would stay, or at least be accessible. But they aren’t, and it gives me this weird anachronistic feeling like this time I’m in is not my own.
It isn’t. It got parceled out and sold off. It belongs to some holding company under a shell company operated by some monopoly.
Destiny ended when they excised all the story missions and removed 1/2 the content.
This is just putting the lid on the urn.
