Twitter and Garden of Forking Paths

I never really understood the fascination with Twitter. I remember when it first started becoming poplar, I thought of it only as Facebook, just without the “face.” To me it was just status updates, which I am not very fond of. Ironically, as my New Year’s Resolution, I decided that I would make more status updates. So to my surprise when I found out that I would have to create and post updates to a Twitter account, I thought of it as a challenge. When I first created my account, I remember how against it I was. I procrastinated creating an account until the very last moment. My biggest obstacle was choosing what to post about. I am a very private person and do not like others, especially those that I do not know as well, knowing my business. It was mind-boggling to think that people would post every minute detail about their life. Although I never really got into the posting aspect on my side, I have become very interested in what others have to say. Even elusive celebrities are on twitter! Knowing what they have to say and realizing that they are real people was most intriguing.
Entropic time seemed to most influence my life based on my Twitter updates. My posts were about random events that happened to me that day. No one can really predict what is going to happen or even the outcome of a decision with 100% accuracy. I felt this was most evident when an unexpected event, as a death in my family, happened this past week. However such events as the horrible rain storm that has hit the city this past weekend, would suggest that our tweets follow stellar time, since a majority of the class tweeted about the weather.
The author, Jorge Luis Borges, has created a story that loops back on itself. It changes time and place and introduces characters that vanish and reappear (madden). The main character in beginning is later convicted of the crime in the end. He believes that we exist in a time that loops back and forth. It loops back into the garden of forking paths from his childhood later on in the story, that comes out of nowhere. The entire time, the main character is trying to escape from a terrible act that he does as a spy. No matter what he does, moving time and place, he still gets caught. The author is trying to make us question the fluidity of time. Is time fixed and set like a single place, or is time fluid like your memories of life (chaotic time)? I assumed that he was describing the memories of your mind are like a dream; you can float from one point to another, like the ebbs and flows of the ocean.