We have no digital ties, no friends in common or group interests. If I’ve ever been in the same conceptual space as you it’s been as two people on the same crowded street, anonymous as foot traffic. There’s no reason to know one another, but you’re always at the top of my suggested friends list. How does it know? Do we look the same to a computer? How does an algorithm distill two disparate people into a calculated friendship? If I click ignore, I wonder if we might still meet one day and hit it off inside the overlap.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.