FinalOverdrive on Nostr: The internet was doomed the moment some fool in Japan created the first imageboard. ...

The internet was doomed the moment some fool in Japan created the first imageboard. It was all downhill from there. LLMs just are the final nail.

I once had hope. This communication network, The Internet, is easily one of the greatest and most culturally and socially impactful inventions. I suppose its demise is fitting, given the nationalistic age we are entering. The Internet brought the world together, now borders tear it apart while capital feasts on the remains. It has been my primary means of reaching out and connecting with the world. Perhaps my negative predictions will turn out wrong

I think, at 35 years of age, it may be high time I ended that, gradually. If all goes well I will be living in physical community with other queer people within 5 years.

Not exactly the autistic neighborhoods I have been toying with, but it will do. Still, it is fun to imagine a neighborhood inhabited by autistics, general tone determined by them. Though my ideal one will always be a refuge for the discarded and forgotten in general. But it would be shaped by people like me, from elders to young runaways.

Every morning those obsessed with metallurgy wake up early. The neighborhood is near the docks. One of the warehouses has been squatted and converted to a great makeshift forge. The sounds of hammers pounding upon the anvils, from a distance, serve the same as church bells in older times, rousing all to to wake if alarm clocks haven't. Most us, myself included, work for our living. But a determining number of various support needs do not work. Some survive on welfare of varying degrees of generosity. Others on the inheritance or trusts of their families. But here there are no selfish heirs or listless and dejected dependents. They are the town fathers and mothers, who busy themselves about with things. Some are the reason this poor neighborhood at least has swept streets and sidewalks. Others help in the community garden that has grown to comprise more than one empty lot. The harvest is looking good this fall. Others are the anonymous patrons and matrons, using some of their wealth, who are the reason struggling churches, temples, mosques, etc in the community never shutter their doors; or why the communuty center is still able to run their after school programs. Nevertheless they exercise no control...anonymity and an oath taken at the local madfellows lodge to always serve the community. At night, the streets come alive and...

Well you get the idea.