parts of the internet are burning themselves out. the cycles are shortening, getting more obvious. performative-outrage loops are compressing. stultifying repetition gnashing on itself. tedious and predictable talking points eroding the pageantry. a screaming infant eventually exhausts himself; a screaming adult is no different. whatโs behind a screen is pure chaos. digital fantasies increasingly spinning themselves into froth, unmoored from consequence or time. spiraling into transient noise. almost nothing discussed matters 2-4 weeks later. the internet isnโt expanding culture anymore, just lubricating humanityโs worst social traits. the notion of โtrendingโ feels saturated. logging on will hopefully become a more intentional act, rather than passive habit seeking simulacrum of existence. the internet either points to real life and acts as a compression of reality โ as any useful symbol does โ or it thrashes itself into entropic nothingness. databases looping recursively without exit condition.
