I'm fighting tech-born sadness too
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Reading a phlog,

=> gopher://sdf.org:70/0/users/gallowsgryph/phlog/2025-03-12_more_offline.txt

I found a kin spirit, also sad for the state of 
the things we loved or still love. 

I'm not sure why, a set of hateful things, probably

* An increasingly hostile Internet
* un-social networks
* the greedy big web
* an AI designed to milk us even more

As of lately I feel myself increasingly less willing to be in the Internet

I've deleted or forgotten more than a few accounts. I struggle to comment
anything but perhaps a simple compliment. I struggle to update my website.
I scarecely see the point of it.

scare.cely, lovely typo

Anyway, I'm still flying; that's the main thing. Besides, the time I'm
now employing running, paddling, reading philosophy (from actual Ph.D.
philosophers) and such... that time is probably more valuable of 
anything I've ever done on the net. Or feels like that, anyway.

But the disillusionment with the web still hurts, quietly. All I've
learnt about HTML, CSS and js and ... seems like learning Lord of 
the Rings lore or something of that sort.

The Web is far, far below of what I've ever imagined; and it does
seem to be getting worse and worse.

I guess I'll have to learn to live with that. Being a browncoat, I should
be able to. Let's keep flying!