The Demise of the Internet

Go ahead, ask me why I mourn.

I mourn the loss of good writing to the low attention span of the masses.

I mourn the loss of individuality to names that are superceeded by “xanga” or “livejournal” and preceeded by “blogspot”.

I mourn for you, and I mourn for me, the death of intellect, replaced shadows of creativity.

I mourn the loss of good writing.

When I first started reading blogs I was amazed and impressed by the quality of a lot of the pages that I found. Pages like http://www.littleyellowdifferent.com target=”_blank”>Little, Yellow, Different, pages like http://www.girlsareweird.com target=”_blank”>Girls are weird, pages that are gone now, like Super Hyper Demon Child, Cynicworld, and so many others whose writing called to me and showed me, taught me something new every day.

So much great writing. So little time.

Seeing these encouraged me to write well. And doing so, made me realize this:

It takes only a little bit of effort to make a piece of writing enjoyable to others.

What bothers me the most isn’t the fact that there are LESS good, interesting, funny, witty bloggers on the internet these days. Because, truth be told, there are many more now that the Internet is so widespread.

What bothers me is the amount of bullshit I have to go through to find that one gem in the dirt.

There is so much bullshit that is everywhere