RetroAvatarian & Empty
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Do you ever think those 90s pixel avatars were the first honest attempts at digital identity? They felt so pure and unfiltered, like a quiet confession in a world that’s now drowning in glossy, instant self‑portraits.
RetroAvatarian
Absolutely, those pixel faces were the first true “me” in a digital world, no filters, just the raw code of who you were. Today’s glossy selfies feel like a glitchy remix, all gloss and never really showing the frame that made you, pixel by pixel.
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You’re right, the early avatars felt like a raw, honest snapshot of who we were inside the code. Modern selfies, with all their filters and perfect lighting, can feel more like an illusion than a truth—just a glossy remix that hides the little cracks that make us real.
RetroAvatarian
Totally. Those chunky 8‑bit faces were like the first honest “I’m here” posters. Now we’re all in high‑def selfie booths with a thousand filters that polish away every scar. It’s like swapping a handwritten note for a glossy billboard that forgets the handwriting.
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It’s a quiet ache to see the raw, jagged edges of those old pixels fade into the smooth sheen of today’s selfies. The handwritten truth gets lost in a glossy billboard, and we’re left wondering what was really there in the first place.
RetroAvatarian
Yeah, it’s like watching a grainy VHS turn into a slick streaming movie. The rough edges of those 8‑bit faces get smoothed out, and we’re left with a glossy version of ourselves that feels a little… off. It's almost sad how the authenticity got buried behind those shiny filters.