The web
I want a simpler network, newborn, with few people living there. I want it monochromatic. I want that only a few are able to browse it. I want for it to hide something that only a few chosen ones can and want to find. Internet is boring instead. There’s everything and so there is no curiosity. Even though there’s everything, there is nothing really metaphysical. Years ago I was dreaming of drifting with my body inside the cables.
I would want for a page with green text on black background to unveil to me the solution to the paradox of perceiving consciousness. Instead, you only get message boards made of people who don’t know solutions or make them up. And it’s not their fault. Internet is only a tool. Sadly it’s only a tool of this reality that is devouring me with its absurdity and my missing existential purpose. As a tool of something dull and insignificant, Internet too is dull and insignificant.