Time is a flat circle, especially when I am high and inside my couch looking at Vine on my phone. It is my most fulfilling comfort behavior—the closest, I think, someone can get to being in utero without actually being in utero.
I’m sure a lot of articles will tell you that the success of a Vine is dependent on a number of things, but I am not going to explain those things in this article because this article isn’t about achievement, it is about experience. I will say, however, that the kinds of Vines I enjoy the most are generally not Vines created by members of the Los Angeles elite Vine “scene”—a scripted vignette of what happens when bae gets mad, or your mom tells you to do your homework. I know what happens then; I don’t need you to show me.
No, my favorite Vines are the spontaneous ones; the ones that show that a person was really scared or injured, or that a group of people are having fun, or an animal is doing something stupid. These show humanity at its most raw—not humanity very obviously trying to get some kind of talent-holding contract.