The impermanence, velocity and arbitrariness of it all is what gets me the most. Nobody (except maybe the silo owners) has any idea what's going on.
Shit's produced and instantly forgotten. And holding your mind into the firehose with its myriad disjointed facettes feels really stressful. Semi-regularly checking HN is already all I can take.
Then there's a bit of the (millenial) old guard that survived ~20 years (e.g. retro game communities) to this day, and without that or something similar... not sure I would treat the internet as a cultural space whatsoever anymore. Too much brain melt.
Shit's produced and instantly forgotten. And holding your mind into the firehose with its myriad disjointed facettes feels really stressful. Semi-regularly checking HN is already all I can take.
Then there's a bit of the (millenial) old guard that survived ~20 years (e.g. retro game communities) to this day, and without that or something similar... not sure I would treat the internet as a cultural space whatsoever anymore. Too much brain melt.