(noa s)



fucking hypertext

i miss it
i miss hypertext
fucking hypertext
the ht that's the abc of http
it's been there from the beginning
it's what makes this shit special
it's what makes this shit different
what makes this shit special

that feeling of clicking links
and finding things that i didn't expect to find
but i found them anyway

of ending up in new places
new domains
new spaces to make me smile
that are happy to have me for who i am
rather than for what i pay

niche little corners and expansive worlds
quirky alleyways that tell me something
something about the face behind the screen
in a special way

why is wikipedia the best way to get that feeling now?
now
where the hyperlinks aren't blue
or purple
where the rels say no follow
where the target is blank
click click click opens tab tab tab
because nothing good could come of losing that page
because who has time to lose things anymore?

who has time to get lost
nobody

we are all too busy
busy tapping
sliding
tap tap in acknowledgement
yes you look good
yes this fake window
this facade
makes me happy for you

it doesn't
we are all too busy
clicking on hypertext
where the text isn't blue
or purple
where the corners are sanded down
the shadows are dropped
the styles are bootstrapped
and the user experience
is designed

we are too busy with that kind of hypertext
for this kind of hypertext
much too busy

it's all about what i have, isn't it
if i don't have anything
i can't contribute to the scroll
i'll just be a leech
in the system
no one will care
but i will know
so i will post
and then no one will care
but i will know
that i am doing my bit
doing my bit
i am doing my bit

and it's kind of wrong

imagine
being able to look at things
things that real people have created
on their own terms
and i will look at them on my own terms
honestly
without any semi-sentient algorithm getting in there
manipulating the things i see

imagine
being able to read interesting things
whimsical articles
brooding thought pieces
winding windy tales
being able to read
without being tracked across the internet
having my data sold

why do they want my data anyway
what do i have

it's kind of degrading
regardless of what i have to hide
which
by the way
is a lot of things
i'm a very introspective individual
intimate
i want to keep that intimacy

the internet has
transformed
the way that the world shares information
some of it is about me

no doubt it is a great resource
have you ever stopped to think
actually think
about what the internet is
fucking hypertext
they say that a cathedral is awesome
the scale
the intricacy
the little details you don't notice unless you look
keep looking
get to know the stone
have a conversation with the tiles
fucking hypertext
it's the same thing
not going anywhere

the world wide web
double u double u double u
was going to be the future
a monument
a shrine
to humanity
not just a monument
not just a shrine
a highway
for information

it would be a universal portal
to knowledge
giving everyone
everywhere
the same opportunities

now the web is the present
and it is
and it will become
the biggest mistake of the 21st century.

the truth is, the modern web is still alive. the modern web is still alive when it should be dying.

it is an unethical, immoral, wasteland.

we don't care about advancing into the future, we only care about ego boosting, money our tiny, self indulgent minds convinced that what they are doing is beneficial to humankind.

it is not.

websites are getting bigger, but the average internet speed is getting slower. why? because more countries are getting online, with their awful connections.

but at least they are online.

that's what they think.

then they discover what the internet is like.

you
with your fast internet
your fast computer
wasting their wages on unecessarity
on animations
cookie notices
and pop up boxes
pop

see what an animation does?
it ruins the website

these people have never had access to data before, and if the internet continues like it is, they'll lose it again

a dandelion, whose seeds fly away just as they reach to touch them
what time is it, dandelion clock?
time for good things to come to end.
they always do