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| Elder Geek |
How he longs for the soft internet of the nineties,
When ads were still around the borders of the page,
As un-moving as concrete in the Human jungle.
Wild and free was that West.
A search query brought up obscure pages from bloggers you never heard of,
Delights from the quiet corners of the Earth,
The hopes,
Dreams,
Poetry,
Wonders of the quiet night,
In it for the long read,
Un-disturbed,
Notification-free,
Just a mind and its screen,
A universe of innerspace,
Innocence lost.
The web has gone from sweet young chaos of discovery to bot-splatted distractory hell.
The worlds of wonder that we have lost,
One could weep for it,
If two ad videos and ten notifications didn't block their tear ducts with distractium.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12-06-2025
