i had a moment yesterday thinking about the internet liek it was brand new i was experiencing it for the first time but it was also like a commercial for the internet. i was like "waow people from all over the world can just talk to each other...in real time......isn't that beautiful" there were visuals and emotional swells. and then this morning i was explaining to my roommate that "the cloud" is a physical thing that exists in some like buildings mostly in the midwest, and then i had to explain that the internetalso is a physical thing that exists and is subject to decay and violence too and that with the way things are going it most likely won't survive the century, which i think is a generous estimate. she said if it moves through the air can't it just stay in the air and i said no it's like how sound is a wave that moves through the air but you cannot hold it there it either goes somewhere or it dies
This is so mf beautiful and beautifully writ!
I love thinking about how the fiber optic cables in the ocean, the ones 'carrying' data across continents emit a frequency that sharks evidently don't enjoy, so some data/internet shortages are literally from undersea shark attacks. The Internet is a place. It is hard, clear reality. Right now obscene amounts of data are flowing into your body, which happens to be quite good at absorbing those signals. You absorb them like sunlight. In this way, a goon cave is a sort of performance art piece in which the viewer is bombarded with an overwhelming swarm of radio waves containing the data for whatever pornographic content they may be watching. The gooner absorbs.
I love this - and expanding on it a bit. not the goon cave part. iâm not someone who has much experience with those but iâll trust your absorption <3
the unearthing of âthe internetâ is a topic that I find overwhelmingly fascinating.
memories of Our Experience of the internet will be buried beneath new layers of online activity the same way soil sits on top of the dinosaurs. digging through lost blogs and sifting through old video essays will be feel like unearthing a time capsule from the past of sorts. history is memorialized in a new way now.
the age of âphysicalâ physical media is fading- and along with that comes a new age of dinosaurs.
the other day my cousin asked me what Club Penguin was.
studying online discourse over the years could be considered a form of digital archeology- watt pad exists as the mf rosetta stone of our generation- and FINALLY finding That Old Porn Video is akin to a modern day version of finding Atlantas. in a sea of knowledge, only the brave can bear the intensity of The Old World:
MySpace
Kik
iFunny
that discord server you were a part of in 2020.
the things we DONâT want to remember.
sites that no longer exist are still held together by traces of its remains- digital footprints are Tangible.
just like a performance piece- just like a living breathing interactive piece of history- the internet exists as a way to preserve the past by DIRECTLY influencing and being influenced by the viewer. Nothing is ever really deleted, really. impermamancy is a lie- what exists is just cite on top of cite on top of a rubble of shitty code pounded down by Digital Darwinâs own survival of the most chronically online.
in a world designed to live in the present moment- a whole parallel digital world is focused on the whole purpose of preserving the past. making the internet an actual, preservable time machine.
at least until the sun blows it out.
