Exhibitionist Observer «Fast»

And the saddest part? While they are shouting, the canyon is silent, the sun has set, and the moment—the real, unobserved, un-shareable moment—has passed them by.

This is the unique pathology of the social media age. The old voyeur wanted to see without being seen. The old exhibitionist wanted to be seen without seeing. The new hybrid wants both simultaneously: to have their binoculars and their spotlight. exhibitionist observer

What drives this? Perhaps it is a fear of insignificance. To simply see something beautiful is a private joy, but it leaves no mark. It evaporates. To be seen seeing it, however, is to claim ownership. It is to say, “I was the witness, and therefore this moment belongs to me.” The exhibitionist observer cannot bear the thought of a tree falling in the forest with no one to hear it—so they make sure to record the sound, and then record themselves listening to the recording. And the saddest part

Consider the architecture of a “live-stream.” The streamer is ostensibly observing an event—a protest, a party, a quiet walk through the woods. But their primary gaze is not on the event. It is on the floating comments, the viewer count, the potential for virality. They are observing the audience who is observing them observe. It is an infinite regress of looking. The camera becomes a two-way mirror: one side reflects the world, the other side reflects the self. The old voyeur wanted to see without being seen