The Last Good Place on the Internet

The internet was probably never a net pleasant or edifying place. For most of its life, the web has been a repository for maladjusted losers and the collective id, a ceaseless stream-of-consciousness delivered by mass humanity at its most gormless and banal. But even this was better than today’s miasmic iteration: littered with the mutant products of self-cannibalizing AI, bent by the pressure of monetizable engagement into a frightening chimera that combines the vices of the cynic with the diseases of the madman. The internet is exhausted, and it is exhausting.