The main web is fucked up


 

As I brewed my morning coffee, a thought began to percolate—one I’ve had before, but this time it hit differently. The internet is fucked up. Not in some groundbreaking way, but in a way that's just so painfully obvious now, it's hard to ignore. It used to be this vast, open space brimming with potential. A playground for ideas, creativity, and authentic connection. But now? It feels like we're all trapped in this endless loop of self-promotion, personal branding, and chasing relevance.

The very platforms that once gave us a voice, a place to be heard without filters, have morphed into marketplaces of attention. Everyone—whether an artist, a professional, or just someone trying to be seen—feels this pressure to be something, to sell their version of themselves, just to survive the online grind.

And the more I think about it, the more it’s clear: what was supposed to liberate us, to democratize expression, has instead shackled us to algorithms and trends. Instead of creating for the sake of creation or connecting for the sake of connection, we tailor everything for engagement metrics, likes, and shares. We're all in this feedback loop, where the metrics dictate the content, and the content shapes the person.

The internet isn't dead, but its soul feels diminished. It's not the oasis of creativity or social connection it once was. Now it’s just another system to game, another hustle to master. And I can’t help but wonder—what do we lose in that scramble for attention? Maybe the real question is: how do we find our way back to that original, organic space where authenticity and creativity could breathe without being measured?

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